King of The Throne!!

I AM THE KING OF THE THRONE, MASTER OF MY DOMAIN, LEADER OF MANY (who dare to enter into my kingdom, Peeeeuuuuuu)

The time has arrived. I have been given my new title as King of the house hold. I now have received my crown, my title, and my very own "log" book. I am officially a proud member of the Suderman Drop and Log ASSociation. Time for victory.





This is my new throne. It is a state of the art Winnie the "POOH" pooper. It features a flusher with real sound effects, a back rest for added comfort, you know for those times when you can't put that good book down, and you guessed it, a coat hanger. I have my very own "wiper" (clap clap). Her name.....QUEEN MOTHER MATRIARCH (it's a step up from QUEEN OF THE MOUNTAIN TOP). Could life get any sweeter than this? I think not. I can hardly wait to make my very first journal entry into the "log" book and my first deposit. I bet I will have Gramps beat in no time.



So to sum things up, 649 15th Street will no longer be known as the lotto home, but rather....HOME OF THE BIG WHOPPER!!!!

One day when I am old enough to realize what my mother has put me through, I will thank her from the BOTTOM of my heart for embarrassing the 'LOG' out of me. Thanks mom.

_______ and the City?!?!?!?!

Walking the streets of New York City's lower Manhattan while nibbling on some of their finest pizza by the slice, talking about everyday life's problems and turmoils.....sounds glamorous, doesn't it? Can we ever really say that we have walked in someone else's shoes? Do we even want to? Ah yaaaaa!! If it would mean walking in someones $800.00 Jimmy Choo python print strappies. Oh yes! Even if they are sweat and blood soaked from all the burst blisters (oh wait those would be my shoes). All I want is a couple of days to see how the other half lives, a little eye opener and quite possibly a reality check. I am sure in our everyday lives that we deem "busy" and "chaotic", we really have no idea what a 24 hour day entails for a New Yorker.....but it is a adventure that I am willing to explore. Maybe someone should come have a little walk in MY shoes. My $80.00 Sketchers that I had to purchase with my Christmas money! You ready Crystal? Time to cash in the Dow Chemical Company shares and go on a little expedition.



Well I aint no Carrie Bradshaw, but I have some ideas and opinions. I'm an individual who has never been much for being entertained by T.V. until of course the era of "reality" T.V. came along. One might say, I'm a reality junky. I would give nothing more than to partake in a little race around the world (you should see me push aside the elderly and travelers with small children to board a plane), get dropped off on a deserted island filled with Puerto Rican men named Edgardo, and try my hand at a little fear factor. Well ok maybe not the fear factor, as I'm a little gaggish. Yup... can't even hold a paper clip between my lips and I am gagging, or eat a banana at work cause someone smelly might walk by. Anyway...




With all this said, I have decided to make some changes in my life, set out some new goals, work not to save, but to travel, travel, travel. So I am trading in my Old Navy hand bag for a Isabella Fiore tote and hittin' the streets of New York City. I want the world to be my teacher, learn from those who have walked in those bloody shoes!!! Everyone has to dream big, if you don't, you may be walking right by your "big" opportunity.

Heck, maybe I could start my own reality show, "The Blistered Travelers", "The Amazing Race, with a Stroller". Ok that's just silly now!

So Crystal, start with a little Autumn in New York?

They say it's your Birthday!!!

Here's a little birthday wish,
can you guess for who,
she's beautiful and crazy
but here's another clue.

She loves her caesar salad
and lots of french fries too,
her drink is that of vinegar,
what else can this girl do.

She'll make you laugh your pants off
until your sides are sore,
She's always got a question,
"what is this thing for?"

She entered this world smilin'
on March the 25th,
she's cool and keen and witty,
she really is so hip.

She has a sense for fashion
twenty swim suits I might add
she knows just how to mix and match,
it makes her really glad.

Tidiness is not her thing
her room is quite the mess
If she's anything like her auntie
she'll come around I guess.

Well happy birthday to my gal
you're really quite the kidder
I wish that I lived closer
so that you could be my sitter.

Happy 12th Birthday Kel!!!!
Sawyer and I love you and wish you a foot stompin good birthday in Texas. The Mexican market will never be the same!!!

I put the "O" in Special O

Well I finally, after over a year of procrastination, got back on the tread mill. It will definately be a challenge. Not so much the fitness part of it but the "kid" factor. Well you see, the first day I got on it, Sawyer was a little concerned. Not liking the noise it made or that my attention was not totally devoted to him, he cried like a injured soldier. I picked him up, got on the machine with him to show him it aint so bad and then I sat him on the floor beside me. I got back on and he sat there and just stared at me the entire 20 min (I know only 20 min, but a girls gotta start somewhere). I kept talking to him and...nothing, not even a reaction. He sat there, belly hanging over, drool just a runnin' down his chin, watching ever stride I made. I thought, WOW this is great, not only can I vacuum and not have to worry about him leaving the spot I left him in, but I can get on the tread mill every morning and not have to worry.

Well the next morning I got on the machine again, thinking that Sawyer would just sit there in a docile trance. Turns out he was a little braver on the second day. He actually sat beside the tread mill and played with his toys the entire time. Then came day three....a completely different story....As most of you know, I am not the most graceful or suave, but I try my best. I suffer from clutsaphobia, and at any given moment I can get a foot cramp that leaves me debilitated, sending me into a hysterical furor. In other words, I don't need any help with a tread mill mishap. Sawyer thought it would be neat to see 'Farmer Joe' get on the tread mill with mama. As he threw Joe on the "oh so fast" moving conveyor, I performed a fancy maneuver to avoid stepping and crushing 'Farmer Joe'. Sawyer belted out in hysterical laughter, wondering what other tread mill moves mama has. After all of 'Farmer Joe's' livestock had been hurled on, I found myself trying to keep up with it.... on my face!!!! Real funny Sawyer, real funny. Next time you do a face plant, it will be me laughing!!

The solution to this problem you ask? See for yourself!!

Happy Birthday to my Charisimo

Let me introduce to you a very special, talented, charming, funny, beautiful girl named Charis Nichol Penner. She arrived on March 2, 1993. Wow what a day that was. I was so excited for the arrival of my very first niece.






Charis was a very 'interesting' child, to say the least. She is very smart, witty, and very keen. She did not believe that sleeping would benefit her any, so she just didn't. This belief in not sleeping continues on to this very day. She may miss some very important happenings. Some things never change.






Being as smart as she is, she was very very eager to learn new things from her Aunties. Somethings I am told will come back to bite me in the butt, but oh well, it was worth all the laughs. And laughs, we had. We could get this kid to do just about anything without a complaint. She loved having stories told to her and while telling these stories, she listening intently to every single detail, retaining ever bit of information that came out of you mouth. Again, some things just don't change.

I enjoyed all the time I got to spend with her, and it was a lot. I never got tiered of that little crazy gal. I have to apologize though for some of the things I did to her. Folding her in a hide-a-bed, dragging her along in a sled on your head, and yet, not a complaint out of her.

Well Charis, it wouldn't be a birthday wish from Auntie Cheryl without a little embarrassment posted on the net. I guess I should be the one to be embarrassed, these pictures are not very flattering of me. Hope you have a great day, a great year and we will see you very soon. I love you and Sawyer and I wish you a very happy birthday. You are a girl with great 'Charisma'.




One more thing. No matter how old or how big you get, I will always rock you on my lap. Don't forget that.