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What's Up With That?????My Opinions! My Blog! My Soapbox! How Fun Is That? 18/09/2006 Moving to Wordpress!Hey everyone! I have finally found a place I love. I am now at www.tanilan.wordpress.com! Come on by and say hello!
I will keep this site up for a while and I will probably republish some stuff over there as well. I'll be checking here regularly, so you can comment here too. 11/09/2006 Remembering 9/11On this day 5 years ago, I was late for work, as usual! Marquiz was saying something about someone hitting a big building in a plane. I dismissed it, thinking that it was just pilot error and the situation was under control. By the time I got to work, my mother was on the phone, hysterical. My boss runs in saying the World Trade Center had been attacked. My heart fell! I called my mother back and told her to go get my boys from school. I don't know how we got any work done that day. Everyone was numb. We cried. We were angry! We were stunned! Our comfort had been shattered. Our security was gone. Nothing was the same.
For the next few weeks, I survived on very little sleep. I couldn't sleep. My children who were then 6 & 7 years old were horrified and afraid that a plane would crash into our house. The night of September 11th, my oldest sat in the middle of the floor watching the television, with tears in his eyes. "Why, momma?" he asked me over and over. And I couldn't tell him why? So I watched every bit of news that I could, trying to find the answers my little boy was searching for. I became obsessed with finding the answers, only to be disappointed in my search.
This morning, I've pulled out the television for our students, here in high school. Again, I feel like crying. Again, my heartache is as crushing as it was that morning 5 years ago. The pain gets easier to deal with, but doesn't hurt any less. Again the obsession with finding the answers is rekindled. Yet, I know, even now, that the answers that I've been looking for are not there. I know that the pain the families of the victims and heroes of that day feel can't be any easier this day. And I mourn, as the rest of the nation does, with them.
May God be with us on this day! 31/08/2006 Katrina: A Year Later
I have read and seen a lot of coverage on the Gulf Coast and the victims of Katrina; and what hasn't been done in the region. I have also read numerous message boards in regards to it. And what I found appalled me! It saddens me to see people becoming "sick of the coverage". I say to those people, are you that superficial that you do not care about the plight of you fellow human being, your neighbor, your family member? Are you tired of hearing about the victims of 9/11? Are you tired of hearing the daily reports of our soldiers being killed on foreign soil? It hurts me to think that there are some people in this world, who can look at the television or newspaper and not want to hear if their fellow citizen is being helped or if they need help. It hurts to think that our concern is so short lived. After 9/11 the unity that the country experienced fell to the way side. Congress began to drift back to their party lines and bicker. They went back to their political agendas, business as usual. And here we are coming up on the fifth anniversary of the attacks and people are fighting over what to do with the site where so many people died at the hands of terrorists.
I pray nothing as tragic as these events, befalls those who are "tired of hearing about it". And what happens when those same people who are "sick of hearing about it" find themselves in similar situations? Wouldn't they want people to care, to help, to pray? Wouldn't they want their story out there for the masses to witness? Even if people weren't able to physically or monetarily help, wouldn't they want someone to at least pray for help?
What happened and is happening on the Gulf Coast is a travesty. In a country of plenty, these people can't get the resources they need due to bureaucratic tape and political agenda. In a country that goes and helps other nations in times of crisis, we can't help our own. The bottom line is too important! That price tag is more important than the well being of our own fellow man. Cleaning up someone elses back your is far more important to some, than cleaning up our own.
Please pray keep these people in your prayers. Both the victims and the pessimist need our prayers. 28/08/2006 Newlyweds killed in Ky. crash recalledMay the Lord Bless their families in this time of sorrow! Quote Newlyweds killed in Ky. crash recalled 22/08/2006 House of Tanilan is Now Open!The House of Tanilan
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Buchanan discusses immigration, Iraq
Quote Buchanan discusses immigration, Iraq 16/08/2006 What Gender Is Your Brain
What Is Your Dosha? (I'm assuming it is aura or soul)
Where Should Your Inner New Yorker Live?
Inside The Room of Your Soul
What's Your Antonio Marras Look?
14/08/2006 The First Day of School!Welcome back to School!
This morning I just wasn't ready for the reality of school starting. My baby started his first day of Junior High! My oldest started his first day of Athletics! I haven't cried yet. But it's coming....I know it is!
Over the weekend, Kennedy got contacts (he needs them for football) and it has been an experience all its own. It took him an hour and a half to put one in at the doctor's office and the staff ladies were laughing so hard at his facial expressions as they told him to "put your right hand over you left eye and pull the lid up". This child is like Jim Carrey so he basically gave them a show. Yesterday, we are shopping for school clothes and he decides to rub his eye. The contact falls out in the store, but we managed to catch it and get it back in.
As I ironed clothes last night, it dawned on me that these shirts are getting a little bigger by the school year, as well as the jeans and shoes. The fashions have changed from Scooby Doo, Power Rangers, Yugi-Oh, Dragon Ball Z, to Sean John, Nike, Ecko, Polo, Ralph Lauren. The SHOES HAVE GOTTEN OUTRAGEOUS! No Payless light up shoes. NOOOOO! We have to have Nikes or Adidas! The hair has to be cut just right, too!
Yeah I know the tears are coming soon! As I watched Marquiz walk into Junior High, I remembered his first day of Kindergarten. Kennedy said, "No momma, I'll walk Markee to class! He's a big boy!" This coming from the then first grader. I said, "No I'm his momma, I'll walk him to class." Kennedy frowned and said, "Well, I'm a big boy and I can make it on my own." I tried to get a kiss that morning from Kennedy, but he refused. I did and always have gotten a kiss from Marquiz, until this morning (sniff). But he was in a hurry!
Last year, I did get a big fat wet one from Kennedy in front of all of America for the first time since he was in Kindergarten. I guess Junior High is full of surprises and changes. I'm not ready for it, but I guess that's life.  22/07/2006 The LakeAs you guys know I went to the lake for a little vacation. Pictures will come, I promise. But there was something that I didn't tell you. See my husband, the boys and I went to the lake with my mother-in-law. She is the greatest mother-in-law in the world! But this trip was a little difficult for all of us. When we went to the lake, it was not only to vacation, but to see if maybe we could go with out Papa!
As many of you know, we lost my father-in-law in September 2005. It has not been an easy year. The lake is the last place we all went together before he got sick. It was the place where Nana and Papa were when they realized something was seriously wrong. It was not easy.
Every time I looked at that boat I expected to see Papa sitting at the helm, smiling. I expected to see him fileting fish at the little folding table, I thought I had broke the handle on the first time we ever went to the lake (I later found out I didn't break it; it had been that way for a while) . I expected to hear him picking on me! And he wasn't there! And it hurt like hell. It hurt to see my mother-in-law try to cope with not having him there. It hurt to see my husband trying to cope. The boys had a good time but, they missed him too. It wasn't an aweful time; no we did have fun. But we missed him so much, it was painful.
We realized, however, that Papa was and is with us. Although we can't see him, although we can't hear him, he is with us in our memories and in our hearts. No it isn't the same. No it isn't the way we want it, but he would want us to have fun and be happy. He would want for us to get out on the boat and catch a mess of fish (which we did). We miss him so much, but he would want us to have fun.
We love you, Papa! And the lake just ain't the same without you. 15/07/2006 P.S. Gone Fishin'I'm going to the lake and I'm goin' ta catch the big one. See you guys in a week or so!
Okay maybe not the big one, but close! Happy Birthday KennedyI know its a little late but I promised an entry for my oldest! Here it is!
Mr. Kennedy (as I call him sometimes) is my oldest son. He's the one with the glasses. He's 12 now, as of July 13th. The day he was born he peed on the nurses because he was mad as all get out. During delivery he took a 30 minute nap! I literally couldn't start pushing again until he decided to wake his butt up. It was a bright sunny HOT day when he was born. And it rained cats and dogs 2 hours after he was in the world. I got a beautiful little boy and a rainbow. And it has rained almost every year on his birthday since then.
Kennedy is unique. In fact it would take several blog entries just to talk about him. I may do that later on. But he is smart (he's borderline genius according to the tests). He's a comedian (he can imitate almost anybody and he makes up his own stuff). And he's talented...I look at him sometimes and can't quite stop being in awe.
So to you, Kennedy, you are my rainbow, my world. Even when I get on you, even when you think I'm being tough, it's only because I see what you can be. I love you and your brother with everything I have. You guys make me proud to be a mom. 04/07/2006 Happy Birthday MarquizEleven years ago tomorrow I brought a precious little boy into the world. I named him Marquiz. His big brother would be 1 years old in 8 more days and I was in shock. How was I going to deal with two little boys, one barely walking (he showed me he could and then refused to for another 6 weeks) and one very new little soul. But I managed and it brought me to this day.
He is the child I wish I was. Always happy, forgiving, loving...he's just amazing. Not to take away from Kennedy (my oldest-the one in the glasses). But this is for Marquiz. I'll dote on Kennedy next week. Marquiz is still the innocent soul. He lalala's through life and it makes me smile. No matter what happens, he still manages to come out smiling. Thank you baby boy, for making me feel like the best mom in the world (he tells me that all the time). Don't let anyone tell you that you can't be the way you are. Don't let anyone steal your innocence and outlook on life. You can be my Peter Pan forever. You and your brother will always be the joy in my life...even when you guys give me gray hairs with your little antics!
Love ya!
Momma 26/06/2006 It's Alright To Be Itty BittyThis entry is for Elle!
When I first told my friends I was moving to this little town, they all freaked! "You're a city girl!" "You're too prissy to live in a small town!" But that small town was where the love of my life and my then future husband was living. I needed change at that point. I had always lived in a big town or near a big city. My health was deteriorating due to the stress of my job (I worked in a bank handling overdraft customers, collections, and ultimately low income mortgages). When I started in that job, it was temporary. I wasn't planning on staying. But I stayed 3 1/2 years and moved quickly. But I missed being around my kids. I missed not being tired. By the time I left, and got married, I was sitting in my office daily crying! So the move was great and needed and welcome.
Small town life was scary at first. What? I can't go to the mall unless I go an hour north? What? My friends are all two hours away? (Thank God for unlimited long distance! Thanks Baby!) But it was so peaceful. I can sit on the front porch and not fret! I can sit in the back and not hear the traffic whizzing by, hoping a car didn't lose control and hit my back fence and take me and my kids out! I can let my kids walk to their friends house around the corner and not worry some stranger would pick them up and I'd never see them again ( Everyone knows Everyone...and stranger...my husband is either related to half the town, or they went to school with my husband's dad and have know my prince charming since he was a baby). People make sure no one is in the neighborhood that shouldn't be. We watch out for one another. My kids love it here. They love being able to go to the park without momma tagging along. They love being "Coach's kids" and being on the sideline Friday nights, getting picked on (lovingly) by the varsity players. They love being able to ride their bikes or walk to the cemetary just down the road, to visit Papa's grave, without worrying about someone messing with them (I can see the cemetary and Papa's headstone, down the road, from my back steps). I wouldn't trade it for the world, because for the first time in years, I am content and comfortable where I am. If we were to leave this little place, we'd probably go to a place similar to this. There is an advantage to living in a town this small. It's called tranquility!
But don't get it twisted! There is still all the drama, gossip, backstabbing, etc. that goes on anywhere. There are personal agendas and small town politics, just like in the big cities. It's just more identifiable because we are so small. I'm not really close to many people, because you never know who is stabbing you in the back as they smile in your face. It happened to me and it hurt me deeply. Someone I had become to consider a friend, lied on me for their own agenda, to hurt our coaching family. The things that were said never even crossed my mind, let alone my lips. And they were things that I would never have said if I was even remotely close to sanility. The truth came out and I was pretty much done with that person. But I do have people I consider to be friends here. I've never been the type to have to be at someone's house or be on the phone with someone every single day. I like my space. And they understand that. I love that I can just enjoy my family, without interruption.
As the song goes "It's Alright To Be Itty Bitty!" And no matter what, I wouldn't want to live in the big city or bigger town ever again....Well, except if it was San Antonio  !24/06/2006 Sorry!Sorry folks! Ive been negliegent in posting. I'm just enjoying being out of the house. I'll be in tomorrow to give you an update on everything! 12/06/2006 The Problem With SummerOkay people, I am having a problem with summer vacation. I have turned into the biggest slob in the world. I leave my house in a bandana, no makeup, and the worst clothes I can find. Not exactly the cute diva I try to normally be. I looked in the mirror, after my morning walk (the dog and I walk a mile every morning), and gasped. Who in tarnations is that person in the mirror?????
My other problem is the gas prices. I do a lot of going, mostly because I live in a little bitty town and have to go to the bigger little bitty town 20 minutes away to get stuff or do things. Or I have to go an hour to Lubbock just to get makeup. I estimate we spend a good $200 to $300 in gas in a month alone. And I WANT TO SEE MY DADDY! And he lives 22 HOURS away! It would take $60 dollars to fill up my husband's truck (I don't trust my car going that far) and we'd fill up maybe 5 or 6 times on the way, eat while on the road, get gas while at my dad's, have to shop and go to Cedar Point or King's Island, eat a few good meals, fill up to leave, fill up another 5 or 6 times on the way back and eat on the way back. It is not economically possible for a family of 4 to go anywhere outside of a 2 hour radius! GRRRRRR!
But I am enjoying my summer. Kennedy and Marquiz are having a blast with their friends;my husband is working the weight room and doing 7-on-7 football every Monday this month (Yes!! Football!!! I Love Football), and all my laundry is caught up. I guess I couldn't ask for more.
As a side note, my oldest son, Kennedy has a new girlfriend! AHHHHHHHHH! The talk on the phone like two cackling hens! I am still adjusting to that.
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Morning folks! It's been a long time since I had any news commentary on here, but this kind of caught my eye this morning when I was getting dressed for work. I'm not a big fan of Pat Buchanan by any means; but, there are some things that he says in this interview that makes a lot of sense. I wish he had addressed, however, why American companies are outsourcing jobs to foreign countries, such as India and Mexico. Take a listen and tell me what you think.
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Creative and restless, you take in all of life's pleasures (maybe a little too much!).
Down to earth and hard working, you're a true New Yorker.
You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life.
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