I think I've come to terms with making my blog private. Part of me feels like I'm succombing to peer trends and husband pressure, but it's likely for the best. It's hard to believe that I've been blogging for three and a half years now! I really love it; it's a great way to document our lives, organize my pictures (since I don't print any!) and keep in touch with friends and family.
I'm really torn about this decision, because it's so nice to reconnect with "old" friends who have become "new" friends because of blogs, but I think my readership is about as extensive as it's going to get. :-) And I don't imagine I'll be making and "Top 10 Blog" lists anytime soon, so here we go with the lock and key.
I have a pretty good idea who reads, but just in case, please leave a comment here with you e-mail address if you would like to keep reading. If you don't want to leave it here, send me an e-mail at saralou414@aol.com and let me know. I can then include you on the access list. Plus, I'd love to know who's reading out there!
I'll be leaving Pretty, Pleasant and Practical open....for the two of you who read. :-)
I'm also open to any comments / dialogue on the public vs. private blog topic.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Hope you had a Happy Easter
Gotta love the $10 special at Portrait Innovations. :-) My mom usually requests aforementioned special around each holiday, and these outfits...well, they have "Mammow" written all over them. :-) She got one of these for Gabe a couple years ago at Cracker Barrel. He wore it that year and last year, and this year she found two more on clearance! Dan LOVES them (j/k)! They are cute, though. I just have a feeling when Gabe looks at Easter pics years from now he might wonder why he was wearing the same sweater three years in a row. :-)
Friday, April 17, 2009
Happy Day
It's been a great day...lovely weather, lots of time with the boys outdoors, nice outdoor pizza dinner tonight...just great.
I'm not really one to browse You Tube that often, but watched both of these tonight and they were the perfect ending to a happy day. I realize that everyone but me has probably seen these already, but I thought they were worth sharing.
First was this video from Britain's Got Talent (won't let me embed)...how amazing is this woman's singing? It just gave me goosebumps, especially with her choice of song. REminds us not to judge a book by it's cover!
Dan also shared the below video with me after he saw it on facebook and I loved it. The Sound of Music is one of my all time favorite movies...I love this song and I am so curious as to how they planned and pulled this off! It makes me want to be there dancing with them! :-) I love how at the end everyone just packs up and goes on about their business.
Happy Weekend!
I'm not really one to browse You Tube that often, but watched both of these tonight and they were the perfect ending to a happy day. I realize that everyone but me has probably seen these already, but I thought they were worth sharing.
First was this video from Britain's Got Talent (won't let me embed)...how amazing is this woman's singing? It just gave me goosebumps, especially with her choice of song. REminds us not to judge a book by it's cover!
Dan also shared the below video with me after he saw it on facebook and I loved it. The Sound of Music is one of my all time favorite movies...I love this song and I am so curious as to how they planned and pulled this off! It makes me want to be there dancing with them! :-) I love how at the end everyone just packs up and goes on about their business.
Happy Weekend!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Good Friends
While we were in Rockford for the weekend for Easter, we were able to get together with Teara and Heather and their families. Jamie wasn't able to make it because Hunter was sick (we missed you!). It's crazy to see us with all these kids! We've known each other forever...I'm grateful for my good friends (and their ADORABLE children). :-)
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
The Other Members of Our Family
I'm still having fun experimenting with the camera...I liked these pics of the kitties today. :-)
Monday, April 06, 2009
Gabe's First Day of "School"
This past Friday Gabe has his first pre-school experience. I've been wanting to get him involved in something for a long time now, and this seems to be a perfect fit. I know a mom who coordinates a school program on Fridays at the church for a bunch of home-schooled kids. They also have a teacher there doing pre-school for the younger siblings. It's just a couple hours on Friday mornings (though there is the option to stay until 2:30), we know the teacher, it's really close to home, and REALLY inexpensive. They know him and already had a special hook for his coat with his name tag above it. :-)
I was really nervous, because he hasn't done really well in a classroom setting, his only experience being Sunday School. He just gets really scared and sad. So, we were really pumping him up for it. He was going back and forth about it, but mostly seemed OK.
My mom stayed over and was home with Caleb so I could go and just stay there this first time in case things didn't go well. He wanted to wear his new Toy Story t-shirt for his first day, and as we were getting out of the car, he said, "Mommy, what if she (the teacher) doesn't know?" "Know what," I asked. "Know about Toy Story?"
I assured him that she probably did, but that I would ask to make sure (and I did...she probably thought I was crazy, but yes, she knew of Toy Story). The teacher, someone Dan worked with, was very inviting and since we were the first ones there, he got lots of attention and felt comfortable almost right away. I sat in the room for a few minutes and then left and he did great!
It seems like a great program. When we got there, the teacher had hidden little potatoes that they got to search for, then later they planted them in hopes they will grow little potato plants. They learned about the letter L, played follow the leader, sang songs. I sat in the room next door, so I got to sort of hear what was going on, and he was just loving it. I kept hearing him say, "Mrs. Ginter," and afterwards she said he was very polite. :-)
I also heard him say at one point during the class, "Hey! Find me! I'm a potato guy!" (as in the potatoes that were hidden). I'm really excited for him and I think this will be a good first step to 4-year old preschool next year. I did feel a little sad the night before, but was mostly excited that it went so well.
He took his super-cute backpack that Grandma Sandi made to bring home his papers. As we were leaving he said, "I forgot to show Mrs. Ginter my backpack!" So we went back in an when she asked what the doggie's name was, he said, "Ummm...Jacket." (?)
He was really proud of himself and couldn't wait to show Mammow what he had done at school. I can't believe what a big boy he is now!
I was really nervous, because he hasn't done really well in a classroom setting, his only experience being Sunday School. He just gets really scared and sad. So, we were really pumping him up for it. He was going back and forth about it, but mostly seemed OK.
My mom stayed over and was home with Caleb so I could go and just stay there this first time in case things didn't go well. He wanted to wear his new Toy Story t-shirt for his first day, and as we were getting out of the car, he said, "Mommy, what if she (the teacher) doesn't know?" "Know what," I asked. "Know about Toy Story?"
I assured him that she probably did, but that I would ask to make sure (and I did...she probably thought I was crazy, but yes, she knew of Toy Story). The teacher, someone Dan worked with, was very inviting and since we were the first ones there, he got lots of attention and felt comfortable almost right away. I sat in the room for a few minutes and then left and he did great!
It seems like a great program. When we got there, the teacher had hidden little potatoes that they got to search for, then later they planted them in hopes they will grow little potato plants. They learned about the letter L, played follow the leader, sang songs. I sat in the room next door, so I got to sort of hear what was going on, and he was just loving it. I kept hearing him say, "Mrs. Ginter," and afterwards she said he was very polite. :-)
I also heard him say at one point during the class, "Hey! Find me! I'm a potato guy!" (as in the potatoes that were hidden). I'm really excited for him and I think this will be a good first step to 4-year old preschool next year. I did feel a little sad the night before, but was mostly excited that it went so well.
He took his super-cute backpack that Grandma Sandi made to bring home his papers. As we were leaving he said, "I forgot to show Mrs. Ginter my backpack!" So we went back in an when she asked what the doggie's name was, he said, "Ummm...Jacket." (?)
He was really proud of himself and couldn't wait to show Mammow what he had done at school. I can't believe what a big boy he is now!
Friday, April 03, 2009
Crazy Stories: Final Installment
So, I'm here in Rockford with the boys tonight and everyone's sleeping, so I thought I'd go ahead and finish up my "Crazy Stories" series. Especially for those waiting on pins and needles. :-)
OK, so this story goes back about a month and a half to Valentine's Day weekend. I think I posted before that Gabe and I come to Rockford that Saturday for the Hogan packzi (?) party (Dan and Caleb weren't feeling well). We were going to come just for the afternoon, but ended up swinging by my dad's on the way out of town and just crashing there.
We rolled out of bed on Sunday morning, hopped in the van and started on our way through Belvidere to get on 90 (easiest way to get on from Cherry Valley). We swung through the Mickey D's drive-through for some hot cakes for Gabe and went on toward Genoa Road.
I noticed as I came to the light at Genoa Road that there was also a cop on Genoa Rd. waiting to turn left (toward Rockford) as I was turning right onto Genoa Rd. No biggie, it was a quiet Sunday morning, so I just noticed he was the only other one around.
I turned right onto Genoa Road and reach back to hand Gabe his hotcakes. When I sat back up, I noticed the cop was behind me and pulling me over. Weird, but I actually didn't feel that panicked - I knew I wasn't speeding (not even up to the speed limit yet), I knew my license, insurance, registration, etc. were all current, so I thought maybe I had swerved or something when I handed Gabe his hotcakes. I expected to quickly explain myself and be on my way.
Boy, was I wrong.
The office came to my window and asked for my license. I remember his hands shaking a little bit when he took it, which I thought was a little weird. Then, he proceeds to ask me if I am aware that there is a warrant for my arrest. WARRANT. FOR. MY. ARREST.
Now, I'm feeling shocked. "A warrant? For MY arrest?" I asked. He proceeded to ask if it "rang any bells" and inquired as to whether I might have unpaid parking tickets, a divorce in the works, etc.....to all I respond "No!" He informed me that sometimes it's a mistake, he'll go double check, and I am still thinking this is crazy, but surely he's going to come back from his car and tell me that it's a mistake, apologize for the inconvenience and send me on my merry way.
I called Dan while he went back to the car to fill him in on the situation. I'm starting to cry and feel worried.
When the officer returned, he confirmed that this was indeed a valid warrant issued for contempt of court by a judge in DuPage county. At this point, I am sobbing, and asking what this is all about, what does this mean, what is going to happen?! He told me he'd need to take me in, that I would need to post bond, and that I'd get a court date for DuPage and work it out there. NOW I AM PRETTY MUCH HYSTERICAL, because, I inform him, my 4 year old is in the back seat.
He did not realize this, and asks if there's someone nearby who can come and get him. I am in shock, still sobbing.....I called my dad to see if he could come. I'm fairly sure this was a call my dad NEVER expected to receive. Ever. He says he's on his way, that he'll bail me out, not to worry, but I am worrying a kind of worry I had never experienced! What was happening? Did someone steal my identity? Did a parking ticket blow of my windshield? Was I getting jury summons to my old address and not showing up? My mind was racing.
The cop agreed to wait until my dad came (my mom came as well). I called Dan to tell him what was going on...he was surfing the DuPage county website trying to figure things out as well, and feeling helpless 70 miles away from us. Another cop also came for "back-up" in the meantime.
When my parents finally arrived, they came over and hugged me and I thought I would just walk back to the car, possibly avoid "cuffs" and go get this sorted out. Wrong again. When we got back to his squad car, he asked me to stand behind the vehicle and put my hands behind my back and cuffed me. I remember saying something like "I think I'm going to be sick" and I did really feel like I was going to throw up. I DO NOT, however, remember hearing my rights read? I also remember my mom yelling and saying something like "Is that really necessary?!" and the other cop yelled for her to get back in her (my) vehicle. My dad followed in his car.
You should also know that, thankfully, Gabe seemed unfazed by this whole ordeal. While I was sobbing and waiting for my parents, he told me he was "All done!" with his hot cakes and wondered what to do with the container. "Throw it on the floor, baby" was my reply through my sobbing. :-) I'm really glad that he wasn't freaked out by everything that was going on.
So, we get to the jail, waiting to pull in to some type of parking garage at the Boone County Jail. My dad walks up and gives the guy a piece of his mind, to which the copy responded "I can't just not follow procedure because someone's nice" or something like that. He also told me on the way that I was "lucky" I was going to the Boone County jail because it's like a "country club" compared to DuPage or Cook counties.
When he got me out of the vehicle, there were maybe three other officers waiting in a nearby room. I was asked to take off my shoes, coat, outer sweater and put all my belongings, including my wedding rings, in a bin. All of my belongings were logged, and in the meantime I had to put my hands on a wall and spread 'em so a female cop could search me. Then, I was cuffed to the wall while they took my information.
After that came the mug shot. I only wish I had a copy to go along with this post. Not really. I hope I never see it. And I hope it never shows up on the internet. :-) Then, my holding cell. Small room with a bench, metal toilet and sink, steel door with small window. I sat in there about a 1/2 hour while my bail was processed. While I was sitting there, I was just thinking how scary it was...what if I was someone who didn't have family nearby? What if I didn't have the means to post bond? What if I was being accused of something more serious and interrogated? I was started to understand the whole idea of "forced confessions." It's very scary to feel so out of control, to know that these people have no reason to believe you because, after all, I'm sure most of the people they bring in think they are "innocent."
Finally I'm released and given my belongings. I vaguely remember one of the officers giving me some Valentine's candy. Then I was giveny court date with an admonition..."Don't miss this date!" I totally lost it again and explained to them that I don't blow stuff off and have no idea what's going on. They still just look at me and tell me to work it out in court.
This was by far the most unbelievable and surreal morning ever. I was glad to get out of there, but still troubled and puzzled by what happened and why. And the next day was a court holiday. Great.
On Tuesday, after maybe 3 or 4 transfers between departments within the DuPage County Clerk's office, I find out there is a case brought against a JOSEPH HOGAN and SARA by Plass Appliances. Apparently these people neither paid their bill nor showed up for court. I'm a mess again, because I don't know how to clear it up, but relieved that I hadn't actually done anything wrong (and hadn't know it).
I know this is getting long, so I will say that will the help of an attorney who helped my for free (my boss' niece) and a conversation with the judge and appliance store's attorney in court a couple weeks ago, this is now over. However, I was told by the judge that he can't assure it won't happen again, and that I should carry a copy of the certified court order with me wherever I go. Lovely. This lady has a Chicago address (not mine), brown hair, brown eyes and my birthday. FREAKY. However, on the revised warrant they amended her b-day to 1975 instead of 1978..I think it was misread on the first one, which would have maybe helped avoid this whole situation.
So, there's a "crazy story" you probably thought you'd never hear about me. :-) I'm sure I left out some of the details, but the main ones are there. Like the fact that I WAS ARRESTED.
I still can't believe it! I do want to say thank you to EVERYONE who was so supportive through this whole ordeal. Again, I can't imagine folks who don't have friends or family to help them through something like this. Thanks to Dad for bailing me out, mom for being with Gabe, Beck for leaving work and arriving at the jail with a look on her face like she was going to kick someone's ***, and everyone else who offered kind words and support. Love you all!
OK, so this story goes back about a month and a half to Valentine's Day weekend. I think I posted before that Gabe and I come to Rockford that Saturday for the Hogan packzi (?) party (Dan and Caleb weren't feeling well). We were going to come just for the afternoon, but ended up swinging by my dad's on the way out of town and just crashing there.
We rolled out of bed on Sunday morning, hopped in the van and started on our way through Belvidere to get on 90 (easiest way to get on from Cherry Valley). We swung through the Mickey D's drive-through for some hot cakes for Gabe and went on toward Genoa Road.
I noticed as I came to the light at Genoa Road that there was also a cop on Genoa Rd. waiting to turn left (toward Rockford) as I was turning right onto Genoa Rd. No biggie, it was a quiet Sunday morning, so I just noticed he was the only other one around.
I turned right onto Genoa Road and reach back to hand Gabe his hotcakes. When I sat back up, I noticed the cop was behind me and pulling me over. Weird, but I actually didn't feel that panicked - I knew I wasn't speeding (not even up to the speed limit yet), I knew my license, insurance, registration, etc. were all current, so I thought maybe I had swerved or something when I handed Gabe his hotcakes. I expected to quickly explain myself and be on my way.
Boy, was I wrong.
The office came to my window and asked for my license. I remember his hands shaking a little bit when he took it, which I thought was a little weird. Then, he proceeds to ask me if I am aware that there is a warrant for my arrest. WARRANT. FOR. MY. ARREST.
Now, I'm feeling shocked. "A warrant? For MY arrest?" I asked. He proceeded to ask if it "rang any bells" and inquired as to whether I might have unpaid parking tickets, a divorce in the works, etc.....to all I respond "No!" He informed me that sometimes it's a mistake, he'll go double check, and I am still thinking this is crazy, but surely he's going to come back from his car and tell me that it's a mistake, apologize for the inconvenience and send me on my merry way.
I called Dan while he went back to the car to fill him in on the situation. I'm starting to cry and feel worried.
When the officer returned, he confirmed that this was indeed a valid warrant issued for contempt of court by a judge in DuPage county. At this point, I am sobbing, and asking what this is all about, what does this mean, what is going to happen?! He told me he'd need to take me in, that I would need to post bond, and that I'd get a court date for DuPage and work it out there. NOW I AM PRETTY MUCH HYSTERICAL, because, I inform him, my 4 year old is in the back seat.
He did not realize this, and asks if there's someone nearby who can come and get him. I am in shock, still sobbing.....I called my dad to see if he could come. I'm fairly sure this was a call my dad NEVER expected to receive. Ever. He says he's on his way, that he'll bail me out, not to worry, but I am worrying a kind of worry I had never experienced! What was happening? Did someone steal my identity? Did a parking ticket blow of my windshield? Was I getting jury summons to my old address and not showing up? My mind was racing.
The cop agreed to wait until my dad came (my mom came as well). I called Dan to tell him what was going on...he was surfing the DuPage county website trying to figure things out as well, and feeling helpless 70 miles away from us. Another cop also came for "back-up" in the meantime.
When my parents finally arrived, they came over and hugged me and I thought I would just walk back to the car, possibly avoid "cuffs" and go get this sorted out. Wrong again. When we got back to his squad car, he asked me to stand behind the vehicle and put my hands behind my back and cuffed me. I remember saying something like "I think I'm going to be sick" and I did really feel like I was going to throw up. I DO NOT, however, remember hearing my rights read? I also remember my mom yelling and saying something like "Is that really necessary?!" and the other cop yelled for her to get back in her (my) vehicle. My dad followed in his car.
You should also know that, thankfully, Gabe seemed unfazed by this whole ordeal. While I was sobbing and waiting for my parents, he told me he was "All done!" with his hot cakes and wondered what to do with the container. "Throw it on the floor, baby" was my reply through my sobbing. :-) I'm really glad that he wasn't freaked out by everything that was going on.
So, we get to the jail, waiting to pull in to some type of parking garage at the Boone County Jail. My dad walks up and gives the guy a piece of his mind, to which the copy responded "I can't just not follow procedure because someone's nice" or something like that. He also told me on the way that I was "lucky" I was going to the Boone County jail because it's like a "country club" compared to DuPage or Cook counties.
When he got me out of the vehicle, there were maybe three other officers waiting in a nearby room. I was asked to take off my shoes, coat, outer sweater and put all my belongings, including my wedding rings, in a bin. All of my belongings were logged, and in the meantime I had to put my hands on a wall and spread 'em so a female cop could search me. Then, I was cuffed to the wall while they took my information.
After that came the mug shot. I only wish I had a copy to go along with this post. Not really. I hope I never see it. And I hope it never shows up on the internet. :-) Then, my holding cell. Small room with a bench, metal toilet and sink, steel door with small window. I sat in there about a 1/2 hour while my bail was processed. While I was sitting there, I was just thinking how scary it was...what if I was someone who didn't have family nearby? What if I didn't have the means to post bond? What if I was being accused of something more serious and interrogated? I was started to understand the whole idea of "forced confessions." It's very scary to feel so out of control, to know that these people have no reason to believe you because, after all, I'm sure most of the people they bring in think they are "innocent."
Finally I'm released and given my belongings. I vaguely remember one of the officers giving me some Valentine's candy. Then I was giveny court date with an admonition..."Don't miss this date!" I totally lost it again and explained to them that I don't blow stuff off and have no idea what's going on. They still just look at me and tell me to work it out in court.
This was by far the most unbelievable and surreal morning ever. I was glad to get out of there, but still troubled and puzzled by what happened and why. And the next day was a court holiday. Great.
On Tuesday, after maybe 3 or 4 transfers between departments within the DuPage County Clerk's office, I find out there is a case brought against a JOSEPH HOGAN and SARA by Plass Appliances. Apparently these people neither paid their bill nor showed up for court. I'm a mess again, because I don't know how to clear it up, but relieved that I hadn't actually done anything wrong (and hadn't know it).
I know this is getting long, so I will say that will the help of an attorney who helped my for free (my boss' niece) and a conversation with the judge and appliance store's attorney in court a couple weeks ago, this is now over. However, I was told by the judge that he can't assure it won't happen again, and that I should carry a copy of the certified court order with me wherever I go. Lovely. This lady has a Chicago address (not mine), brown hair, brown eyes and my birthday. FREAKY. However, on the revised warrant they amended her b-day to 1975 instead of 1978..I think it was misread on the first one, which would have maybe helped avoid this whole situation.
So, there's a "crazy story" you probably thought you'd never hear about me. :-) I'm sure I left out some of the details, but the main ones are there. Like the fact that I WAS ARRESTED.
I still can't believe it! I do want to say thank you to EVERYONE who was so supportive through this whole ordeal. Again, I can't imagine folks who don't have friends or family to help them through something like this. Thanks to Dad for bailing me out, mom for being with Gabe, Beck for leaving work and arriving at the jail with a look on her face like she was going to kick someone's ***, and everyone else who offered kind words and support. Love you all!
Gabe Went to School Today
I'll post more later, but wanted to make sure I documented the date of his first "school" (other than Sunday School) experience. He did so great and LOVED it. I was so relieved!
Wednesday, April 01, 2009
Last one, and then I'll be less random...
...I know these posts are random...I am going to try to make this the last "test" and then I'll try to get more meaningful in my posts. :-)
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