A Good Laugh for Wednesday...

Here's a good laugh break for the middle of your Wednesday.  If you have a few minutes, you won't regret it!  Brain Regan is a family favorite in the McCain household!

Happy Wednesday

And the Grammy Goes to....ME!

Today's blog could have been titled "notes from the couch" because I have finally given in to the fact that I am sick, and have taken a day to rest and recover.  Sitting on the couch all day, and trying to remain entertained, makes me realize just how seldom I take the time to to stop, sit on the couch!!  So as I attempt to keep my kids content from the comfort of my sectional, I decided to catch up on some DVR'd episodes of "The Celebrity Apprentice."  I know, I know, who still watches this show?  Well, I do.  I have to have something recorded to entertain me on the treadmill! (On days that I'm not sick of course)  In this kind of setting, celebrities, and a few has-beens, are almost always doing what they are doing to benefit a particular charity.  The celebrity apprentice is no different.  This year's big ones are the "Make a Wish Foundation," the "American Diabetes Association,"  two celebs are raising funds for Autism awareness, and several others.

Admittedly, I tend to have an over active imagination.  For example, when watching the Grammys, I find my wandering to what my acceptance speech will be when I am finally recognized for my talents and receive the award for best new artist (eat your heart out Taylor Swift).  What will I wear?  Who will I thank?  Come on, you do it too.  Or maybe you think more about what you'll sing in the finally of American Idol next season....me too.  In much the same way, while watching this kind of celeb/charity show, I wonder just who I would donate my winnings too, if I should ever be so lucky to win.  My grammy would get me on the show for sure, right? 

Such a tough decision, so many choices!  Would I chose a charity that I have been the benefited from personally, such as the Ronald McDonald House?  Or one who supports a cause I really believe in, like The National Down Sydrome Society?  Maybe I would send the money to some great missionaries that I know and love like Jay and Celeste Brown, or Freddy and Terisa Vasquez.

As tough as it is to decide on a worthy cause to become the beneficiary of my day dream, I know where my heart is pulled to the most.  Reece's Rainbow.  Reece's Rainbow is a ministry that aides the adoption to, and raises money for, the adoption of orphans with Down Syndrome all over the world.

More on that in a few days.  But today, as I am stuck on the couch, I really need some entertainment, so I really want to hear from YOU?  1- What charity moves your heart?  Or, 2-what weird, pie in the sky, day dreams do you have when your mind wanders to uncharted places?  Come on, you can tell me!

Question 1 or 2, or both, leave me a comment today!  (Humor a sick lady!)


p.s. Notice there is a new poll over there--------------->

Blogging My Sorrows Away. . . .

Well, today was the day.  We went to the school to register Keaton for Kindergarten.  We were there for about 30 minutes, and he had gone through 2 of the 5 or 6 stations he needed to go through only to find out, when his preschool teacher happened to walk in, that we didn't need to be there at all, since he already attended preschool there.  Oh well, Karis had fun terrorizing the place haha!

If you know me, you know how hard it was for me to send Keaton to preschool.  I know it's only 2 hours a day, but it was, in my point of view, the beginning of the end.  And now, starting in August, I have to send him away, all day, everyday, to be influenced by people I don't know, and have experiences I know nothing about.  He's not mine anymore.  Not just mine anyway.  I have to share him with the world, and hope the world treats him well.  The poor little guy will only be 5 years old, and will have a full time job.  What saddens me even more is knowing that there is no going back, and that I'll only see him a few hours a day from now on.  He will keep these hours until he leaves me for good in about 13 short years, that will pass as if they were just minutes.  How did the time go by so quickly?

My son, being my first born, taught me to love in way I never thought possible before he came into my life. Never have I known such love, joy, laughter, pride, frustration, guilt, the whole gammit of emotions, on steriods, all wrapped up in one little round face.   The feelings I have for him, I have for no other person on earth.  He's my baby, my first born, my buddy, my stinkeroo, my sweety pie, my big-time-tooter, my peanut.  My son.... my only son..... and it's time I let him go.

Please stand by as I cry my eyes out. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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They took him away for a hearing test today, and when he returned he said to me, "Mommy, I was bwave (brave)!"  I thought to myself, "oh boy, if a simple hearing test in another room is cause for bravery, how in the world is he going to survive all that he will experience in the next few years."  He'll be fine, I know he will.  But it breaks my heart to think of him being scared.  Keaton's such a sweet, tender hearted little boy, a little more sensitive than most, but so was I, and I found my way.  He will too.  I just wish I could hold his hand through every bump and turn, but I can't.

I'll survive this, I suppose.  Most moms do,  About the time I get over it, it will be Karis' turn.  The thought makes me shutter.  Meetings, therapists, IEP's, not just a simple "sign up" for Kindergarten.
So, I think I'll focus on enjoying this one, the "easy one", and try to put on my bravest face for my son.

On second thought, I think I'll just sign myself up for Kindergarten and go with him (age discrimination is illegal right!)