Well I was going to just make a new pleo account but something is messed up and it won't let me so...I'll just start this one over new.
As you know it's been forever since I've been on here, but there are a few people I don't ever talk to unless it's on here so I've decided to come back to the world of pleo. Wow! A lot has happened since September 2009! Not only did I graduate from cosmetology school, but Matt and I got married after being together for 3 years, and now I'm the proud mommy of a little red headed 4 month old boy. Lucas Kiel Hein was born on November 8, 2010. He was 9 lbs 7 oz and 20.5 in long. He had brown eyes and yes, I said that correctly earlier, he is red headed. Where it comes from is a mystery to us. Everyone says he looks just like his daddy. He smiles and coos all the time and is starting to like his bouncy seat and loves to look at toys. He is also a big fan of applesauce and smashed bananas. Somehow I lucked out and he sleeps all night...10pm-7am! Well mommy duty calls.

For those of you who dont know Kelsey and arent in the Praying_For_Kelsey group...this is a poem that Kelsey wrote. It is absolutely beautiful!

I like to be by myself, but I can't stand being alone.
I love the dark, but I hate not being able to see.
I enjoy meeting new people, but I hate being with strangers.
I want my voice to be heard, but I despise talking loud.
I want to be in a hall of fame, but I don't like being the center of attention.
I want to have my most complicated problems solved, but I don't want complicated answers.
I want to always be healthy, but not have to take medicine.

The answer: GOD!

With God, I can be away from the world, by myself, but not be alone, for He is with me.
With God, I can be in the dark, be blind, but see more than people of this world can.
With God, I can meet new people, but they won't be strangers, because they are children of God, just like me.
With God, my voice can be heard even when I whisper.
With God, I can enter His hall of fame, but not deal with the pressure of earthly fame.
With God, I can have even my most complicated problems solved with a simple answer.
With God, I can have an incurable disease, yet be healthy in what matters most.

WITHOUT GOD, I will be with the world, and be totally alone.
Without God, I will walk around with my eyes wide open, but not see as much as the Christian blind man sees.
Without God, I will meet all the people in the world, but they will always be strangers.
Without God, I will have to raise my voice as loud as I can to be heard, but still not be heard when it matters most.
Without God, I will have work extremely hard to get into a worldly hall of fame, but not get into the highest one.
Without God, my most complicated problems, can't be solved, and the attempts will be so complicated, I won't understand them.
Without God, I will have to take pill after pill, but will always be incurably sick.

With God, I can achieve anything.
Without God, I will achieve nothing.

What's your choice?

My absolute favorite character on Andy Griffith. He is played by Howard Morris and only appears in about 6 episodes. My favorite one being "The Education of Ernest T. Bass". Here's some of his greatest memorable quotes:

Ernest: Howdy do to you and you! It's me, it's me, it's Ernest T!

Andy: Now, here, here is a map of the United States.
Ernest T.: United States.
Andy: That's right. Now the United States is bounded on the north by Canada, on the south by Mexico, on the east by the Atlantic Ocean and on the west by, uh, would, uh, you happen to know that?
Ernest T.: (thinks) Old Man Kelsey's woods.
Andy: No. All the way to the edge – big body of water.
Ernest T.: Old Man Kelsey's crick.
Andy: Ocean.
Ernest T.: Old Man Kelsey's ocean!
Andy: Pacific Ocean.
Ernest T.: Pacific Ocean.
Andy: Very good, very good.
Ernest T.: Yeah, I sure know my boundaries good, don't I?
Andy: You sure do.
Ernest T.: Just as long as they don't change ‘em ‘fore I take my test.

Helen: Allright. "The possum hid under the rock." Now, who can break this down for me and point out the preposition, the object, the subject and the verb?
Ernest T.: Why don't we break down that rock, find out what that posstum's doin' in under there?
Helen: Mr. Bass, we'll get to you in a minute. (To Sharon McCall) Sharon.
Ernest T.: Ain't no little girl gonna tell you nothin' ‘bout a posstum under a rock. If you wanna really find out ‘bout a posstum under a rock, you find a boy with dirt under his fingernails. You find a boy with dirt under his fingernails, you'll find yourself a boy that's been rootin' under a rock for a posstum.

Ernest T.: No hunt. Beware. Open and closed. No credit.

Ernest T.: I don't chew my cabbage twice. And you ain't heard the last of Ernest T. Bass!

Ernest T.: If I'd seen you coming, I'd have known what to do. I'd have rais'd both arms and woved at you!

Ernest T.:If a duck stood still you could catch him by the bill.

Ernest T: I ain't talkin'. I ain't talkin'. The more you're askin' the more I'm balkin'.

Army Doctor: Say, "Ah".
Ernest T. Bass: (short) Ah.
Army Doctor: Uh, could you stretch that out a little for me?
Ernest T. Bass: Aaaaaaaaaah.
(Doctor examines Ernest T.'s throat; starts to examine Ernest T.'s ear)
Ernest T. Bass: Aaaaaaah.
Army Doctor: Uh, no, no. That was just for the throat.
Ernest T. Bass: Oh. What do you want me to say for the ears?
Army Doctor: Hush!
Ernest T. Bass: Huuuuuuuuush.

Hehe, I love Ernest T. Bass!

deborah.

During the French Revolution, a mysterious English nobleman known only as The Scarlet Pimpernel (a humble wayside flower), snatches French aristos from the jaws of the guillotine, while posing as the foppish Sir Percy Blakeney in society. Percy falls for and marries the beautiful actress Marguerite St. Just, but she is involved with Chauvelin and Robespierre, and Percy's marriage to her may endanger the Pimpernel's plans to save the little Dauphin.

These are some of the best quotes of the movie. The one starring Anthony Andrews and Jane Seymour that is!

Sir Percy: It would seem your friend is in distress. To the rescue.[throws a knife into the river] Yours, I believe.

Chauvelin: I take it, sir, that you do not approve of our new society.
Sir Percy: Approval, sir, in my opinion, demands the attainment of perfection. And in that sense, you rather overrate the charms of your society. I'faith, for one thing, it does seem monstrous ill-dressed for any society, even a new one.

Sir Percy: This little revolution of yours is monstrous intolerable.

Chauvelin: We shall execute our king instead, sir, and exalt our tailors.
Sir Percy: More's the pity. Then your tailors will rule the land, and no one will make the clothes. So much for French fashion, and French politics.

Sir Percy: Sink me, your tailors have betrayed you.

Prince Regent: Percy. Fashionably late, as usual.
Sir Percy: Sink me, your highness, it was this "stinkin" cravat. Simply refused to tie. I ask you. Sticking out like a pincushion.
Prince Regent: I might have known it would be something serious.

Sir Percy: What is it you Frenchies say? Tou-che? You see I'm a poet, and you didn't know it, what?

Sir Percy: Well, the pretty thing rhymes in four places, don't you see? And if a rhyme rhymes, it makes a poem, if you follow me.
Prince Regent: As if it were crystal clear... my dear!

Chauvelin: I realized that your noblesse oblige would not permit you to abandon one of your men.
Sir Percy: Sink me, if you aren't right. For a change.

Sir Percy: My dear chap, I never would have dreamt of depriving you of your moment of triumph. Alas, a moment was all I could spare.

This is a poem written by a terminally ill teenage girl who has cancer in a New York hospital. Her medical doctor sent it through email and decided to track it. The hospital decided that for every forward, no matter where it goes, they donate 3 cents per forward to help with the medical costs. This girl is predicted to only have 6 months left.

~SLOW DANCE~

Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round?
Or listened tto the rain slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day on the fly?
When you ask 'How are you?' do you hear the reply?0
When the day is done do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head?

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told you child 'We'll do it tomorrow'? And in your haste not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die cause you never had time to call and say 'Hi'?

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere you miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day it is like an unopened gift....thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music before the song is over.

~SLOW DANCE~

deborah.