Welcome to the world Romeo!

A few days ago, I was blessed to be able to welcome my new nephew into the world. He was born 8/4/09, weighed 8lbs 2oz and was 20in long. If babies aren't the most precious things in the world, I don't know what are. I am graciously posting a picture so you, too, can marvel in his beauty. If the skies open up and you hear angels singing, don't be alarmed. For they are also dazzled by his new baby goodness.

Introducing...Romeo Rashaun Carter

Today was a good day

I did some things I have not done before. I went hiking. I guess it is considered hiking. I walked through some trails in the woods attempting to see some wildlife. We saw some turtles and lots of spiders, but missed out on the elusive alligators. I think they were avoiding me. I also shopped around an antique store quite a while. We inadvertently made them stay open an hour past their closing time. Oops. Sorry antique store people. But it was fun and I saw lots of neat things. I was able to share my knowledge (or lack of) Hummel ,milk glass, and Johnson Bros. china. Woot! Did I mention that I had awesome company? Yep, I did. Thanks for the great day!

My new nephew

My older sister, in all her wisdom went out and got herself pregnant. Apparently she forgot what caused pregnancy. Needless to say, it was unplanned. She will be 37 years old this year and she has 2 other kids at home. (my niece is 16 and my nephew is 12.) Her children are practically grown so she is basically starting all over again. Anyway...my nephew is due to join us any day now. If he isn't here by August 4th, she we be induced. I cannot wait to see his little face, even if he does look like his dad. (ha ha. love you rico.) I get to be the official photographer during the delivery. I will get to take his first pictures. I plan to post some here. I even chose his name...Romeo. His father wanted to name him Romello, to which I would forever call him Caramello. Thankfully he came to his senses and agreed to my suggestion. Maybe I will call him Caramello anyway, just for fun.

Romeo! Hurry up and get here already! I want to hold you. Then return you when you begin to cry or need a diaper change.


My nephew Romeo

This guy

I met this guy. He is really sweet. He isn't all macho-can't-express-himself like most men. He doesn't mind watching

chick flicks

romantic comedies. He says we can do whatever I want to do, as long as I am happy. And he means it. He respects my feelings. There is a lot that I could say, but I will wait and see where it goes.
Stay tuned.

I am here.

I.Am.Dead.

Note to self. Do not stay up til after 4am talking on the phone when you have to get up for work at 7am. Even if you were talking to an Angel. Just sayin.

TheEnd

I am alive

Since I am here posting again, it is obvious that I survived Busch Gardens...and the family reunion.
I cannot say that I braved the SheiKra, though. Luckily, my son decided just as we were getting in line for the SheiKra that he was ready to leave. It was too hot to stand in the lines, according to him. I have to agree. It was easily in the high nineties. And there were so many people there, that you were constantly bumping or touching people. Now, I don't know about you, but touching strangers is bad enough but having their sweaty bodies touching me was not my cup of tea. *shudders* We did ride my favorite coasters, though.

The Kumba is my favorite. It literally roars as it runs along the track. Awesomeness!

And then, there is the Montu which is such a smooth riding coaster that I don't feel the need to wet myself as we go up the incline.


I will post more about the reunion later, after I load some of my pictures.

Sheikra

This weekend I will be going to Tampa for a family reunion and hopefully will be able to go to Busch Gardens. Maybe I will get the nerve to get on the SheiKra again, but don't hold your breath on that one. The SkeiKra takes you up 200 feet (and it takes forever!!), then turns you around and drops you straight down at a 90 degree angle!


See, I am afraid of heights, but I love roller coasters. Ironic, right? I am terrified of the uphill climb of roller coasters...love the rest of the ride. That clicking noise when you are going up scares the bejeezus out of me. I promise you I will have a nervous breakdown, heart attack or aneurysm of some sort one day clickety-clacking up that incline.
If you never hear from me again, well, it was nice knowing you.