Good morning everyone.....

It is funny to think that last night, I was wondering what in the world will I write about? That is silly considering since I have begun blogging, stories from all of my friends and family have come in realating to my blog. I am thankful that someone is reading it. It also hit me how connected we all are. How similar. Stories from all over, with a common thread. The things that we say, or hear everyday. From all walks of life, and all still very similar.

My friend called me up to tell about her son. "Talk about the things they say," she said when I answered. "I was taking my son to his friends house earlier, and he asked me what a mamogram was." Her son is a teen age boy, so that makes it even funnier. She explained that it was an e-ray of a womans chest, and then asked him why did he want to know. "Well, I sort of sent an invetation to get one to all of my friends." I know you are wondering why, because I was. She said that he went on to say that it was on the computer suggesting to send one to a friend, to raise awareness for cancer. So, I guess he thought he would help out and do his part. Imagine the faces of some of these kids when they get an e-mail suggesting this. Pretty darn funny!!!



Another girlfriend of mine called to talk about the things your mother like to imbead in you as a child. For instance, her mom would tell her if she swollowed her gum, she would grow a gum tree right in her stomach. Or of you swollowed water melon seeds, you would grow a water melon.

I know that all of your parents would tell you that if you did not eat your dinner, your muscles would never grow, and you could never become big and strong. It cracks me up.

She went on to tell me that she was with her son one day when she realized how much you really believe what your mom says. Her example, telling her son in a crowded place, if he lets go of her hand, there would be no more Ethan. She said it so often, and he listened. They were together some where, when he declaired to a stranger that he could not let go of his mothers hand, or there would be no more Ethan.

I am so loving all of these stories. Please continue to share them with me, and I will always have something to write about....