I'm so excited! I'm going to my first DAR meeting tomorrow, and it's a Christmas luncheon. Tara and Tiffany, if you're ever interested in joining, I can help you as well. Dan and Steve, I believe there is a SAR you can join as well. I thought you all might like to know that we have *12+* Revolutionary War ancesters!!! Grandma Gardner(who is now 88) gave me this list of our ancesters, so I thought I would post it so you could have it as well. You all should give her a ring, she's so fun to talk to and very intellegent!!!
Nicholas W. Dorsy is who I'm going to use for my DAR application.
Isham Sellers/priv. NC m. Eunice Vann
Enock Ashby/VA m. Sarah Henley
Peter Ashby/priv. m. Winifried Timmons
Thomas Brown/public service, VA m. Marry Pettos
Charles Browning/capt., VA m. Mary Wade Strother
Roger Cocke Bailey/ VA m. Mourning Hoskins
Stephen Fisher/VA m. Mary Magdaline Gaar
Thomas McClannahan/VA m. Ann "Nancy" Green
William McClannahan/Capt. m. Mary Marshall
John Shayden/1st Lt., VA m. Susannah Hodges
and others!
I also hope to scan some pictures she sent me, that I think you might enjoy! I love you guys, and miss you lot's!!! Check back soon.
~Trina
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
A Letter to Santa, From Mom(No Name, Found on Sugardoodle.net)
This is hilarious!!!! Hope you enjoy.
~Trina
Dear Santa....
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I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my own doctor's, and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmas', since had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt, in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother", because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in to dry off so you don't catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
MOM
P.S. One more thing ...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
~Trina
Dear Santa....
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I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited their doctor's office more than my own doctor's, and sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.
I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmas', since had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt, in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.
I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year, I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.
I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother", because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely.
It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back.
Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in to dry off so you don't catch cold.
Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always,
MOM
P.S. One more thing ...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
Gearing Up For Christmas!!!
Here are some pictures of the kids we took this past Thanksgiving weekend. We all had so much fun, we wanted to share some of our memories with you! I've also included some pictures of the Christmas decorations I'm making, they're made out of fresh greens and fruit. I looked at Colonial Williamsburg's website for the ideas, and I found out it's not as hard as it looks. Aaron helped me quite a bit, and we both enjoyed spending time together.
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