…to the tune of $222,000 for downloading and sharing music. I’m not sure why a single mom who lives paycheck to paycheck would take on a lawsuit with major record companies rather than just settling out of court. But she did. And it didn’t turn out in her favor. Yikes! Click the pic to read the whole story. Thoughts?
blessed
Sep 06
Posted by: Rachel in: blog, family, just another day in paradise, me myself and i, music, parenting
I was listening to my ipod last night, waiting endlessly on Caleb to fall asleep. I’m torn on that issue. I get irritated at times when I sit there for 45 minutes, and he is still awake, yet it is a part of my day where nothing is required of me. A time to do my best thinking. A quiet time, which comes in short supply after you have children. I purchased an ipod about a month ago (and joined the 21st century), and it has put a new spin on sitting and waiting as Caleb drifts off to sleep. I listened to the entire unabridged version of The Da Vinci Code already! Excellent book by the way. Last night as I sat there skipping through songs, lost in thought, a song came on that really spoke to me. Martina McBride’s song, Blessed. I have been blessed. And I feel like I’ve found my way. I thank God for all I’ve been given at the end of every day. I have been blessed, with so much more than I deserve. To be here with the ones that love me, and love them so much it hurts. I have been blessed. Indeed.
Somehow, in the deep dark hole I live in, where little news penetrates the Cheerios in my hair and toddler screams ringing in my ears, I managed to not know who this guy was until recently. Here’s the best part. He lives right up the street. That’s right, I live about 10 minutes away from Chris Daughtry. I’d heard the name, and Idol this and Idol that, never have watched that show. Mostly because I spend the better part of the evening trying to convince my child that he is not going to miss something by resting his eyes for a couple hours. Thus I have very few TV shows that I commit to watching on a regular basis. It is just a set up for failure, making me irritated with Caleb, hoping Scott remembers to record it. Yes I don’t have TiVo. I don’t have a DVD-R attached to my TV or anything. I still use a VCR. Yes they still make those, and yes it still works. In fact my friend Kelly send me an email one Christmas. You see, she lives in California, aaaaall the way across the United States from me. I could basically see her jumping up an down through email, because her fiance had gotten her TiVo for Christmas. I had to look it up to find out what it was. *Hangs head in shame* See I told you…I don’t get much news around here. Anyway, back to Chris. He wrote a song called “Home.” I recognize most of the scenes in the video because I drive by them daily. How cool is that? Well, I think it is cool. And I love the song. So I have a new artist. Yay! That’s all, I’m done. Just watch it.
1,051,200 minutes
Apr 01
Posted by: Rachel in: blog, caleb isaiah, memories, music, parenting, videos
…in the blink of an eye. My little tiny baby has grown into a boy. He has opinions. He wants everyone to wear their shoes in the house. He would rather play outside all day and night if allowed. He loves anything with wheels. He hates getting his teeth brushed. He is content in the car and still rides rear facing in his carseat. He is 27lbs 12ozs, and nearing the 3 foot mark (34.25 inches).
I made 4, yes four birthday cakes yesterday. His cake is a layer and a half. The first two cakes flopped miserably. Caleb ate lunch while one of the cakes was baking. I took too long in tending to cleaning him up. This was the result.
—later in the day—
The birthday party was a success. We had a lot of fun, and this year my pictures came out excellent. Much in thanks to my camera (I got a Rebel XT for xmas), but also the weather cooperated very well. The outdoor lighting was perfect for shooting in RAW + jpeg, which means I can do plenty of editing. However, I was quite impressed with the colors on the jpegs. Right now I’m tired, and I must put my worn out little two year old to bed.








