These girls are my life!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
I sure do love these girls of mine!
Look at this funny face!
What CUTE girls!
This is Whitney and her cute cousin Emily-I couldn't get Whitney to smile for anything!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Stoker's are Irish?
Growing up, I thought the Stoker family was German. About two years ago I was asking my father about his dad. My grandfather, Charlie Stoker, died before I was born. My father told me to read his book, Thicker'n Thieves. I asked him if he had a copy, and he told me "somewhere". Truth be told, my father had never read the book himself. So, I went on Ebay and typed in "Charles Stoker". On Ebay, I found several copies of his book. Most of these copies were selling for around $500!!! I wanted to find out for myself why his book was so popular. After winning a bid on Ebay, I voraciously tore into the book. To my surprise, this is what I read on page 32:
"I was born thirty-two years ago in a small Texas seacoast city, to a family composed of hard-headed Irish and proud Texans. Socially speaking, I was born of parents who were decidedly on the wrong side of the tracks. When I was four years old, I distinctly remember that my mother took my father and me to the famous Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, in an effort to to save my father's life. I remember the hardships of the undertaking and above all, my mother's determined Irish will, which, though penniless, she maintained. When we arrived in Rochester, the only people whom we knew were members of a small Negro family who had once lived in Texas. My mother had to work in a factory to support us; and the colored family took me in to raise in order that my father could continue treatment in the sanitarium. Possibly, something of what I learned then has stuck with me because one of my best friends in the Los Angeles Police Department today is a Negro. I have never forgotten the kindness of that Negro family in Rochester, Minnesota. "
Here is where it gets really good:
"When my father died, Mother and I returned to Texas where she re-married. My stepfather, who was a wonderful person, became a real father to me; and I even adopted his name. But he, too, was from the opposite side of the tracks. He was a business agent and an organizer for a dock worker's union. Things went well until he had his head caved in by a strike-breaker. Then the world of Charlie Stoker again came tumbling down."
So there you have it! We are part Irish! Stoker is an adopted name! When I told my father this, he was totally unaware of Stoker being the name of his dad's stepfather.
So, let us celebrate St. Patrick's Day knowing that somewhere in Ireland, we gained our stubbornness and determined ways!
"I was born thirty-two years ago in a small Texas seacoast city, to a family composed of hard-headed Irish and proud Texans. Socially speaking, I was born of parents who were decidedly on the wrong side of the tracks. When I was four years old, I distinctly remember that my mother took my father and me to the famous Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, in an effort to to save my father's life. I remember the hardships of the undertaking and above all, my mother's determined Irish will, which, though penniless, she maintained. When we arrived in Rochester, the only people whom we knew were members of a small Negro family who had once lived in Texas. My mother had to work in a factory to support us; and the colored family took me in to raise in order that my father could continue treatment in the sanitarium. Possibly, something of what I learned then has stuck with me because one of my best friends in the Los Angeles Police Department today is a Negro. I have never forgotten the kindness of that Negro family in Rochester, Minnesota. "
Here is where it gets really good:
"When my father died, Mother and I returned to Texas where she re-married. My stepfather, who was a wonderful person, became a real father to me; and I even adopted his name. But he, too, was from the opposite side of the tracks. He was a business agent and an organizer for a dock worker's union. Things went well until he had his head caved in by a strike-breaker. Then the world of Charlie Stoker again came tumbling down."
So there you have it! We are part Irish! Stoker is an adopted name! When I told my father this, he was totally unaware of Stoker being the name of his dad's stepfather.
So, let us celebrate St. Patrick's Day knowing that somewhere in Ireland, we gained our stubbornness and determined ways!
Monday, March 17, 2008
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Have you ever wondered???
Have you ever wondered why you never see pictures of Matt or myself on our blog?? This is sad, but true: We are ashamed of our weight. Ok- there I finally said it!!! Not to give excuses, but here are some of the reasons why I feel that this has happened. In three yrs we have experienced: Marriage (you always gain weight when your happy) Moving, IVF x2, Pregnancy, IRS nightmares, juggling many different business, turning 30(I promise-this is what did it) financial obligations for past businesses...the list seriously goes on and on! So enough is enough! We have decided to make some major changes in our life and we are both determined to get this stubborn weight off. Please help cheer us on as we begin our new change! I will keep you updated with our progress. Wish us luck!
Friday, March 7, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
NEW CAR!!!!!!!
Matt and I have been wanting a new car for SO long now. We plan on having more kids and the cars that we have are just not big enough. We are HUGE Toyota fans! I've owned a Tercel, Corolla, a Camry and it was only natural to upgrade one more time! We took the kids out to lunch and then decided to test drive some cars. Well, not only did we fall in love with this beautiful 2005 Limited Toyota Sequoia, but we got the BEST deal. We bought it and drove it home! What a fun spontaneous day for the Stokers!!!
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