Thursday, April 2, 2009


It's been awhile since I have added a blog. If you read my previous blog you will follow what i am about to say, "that little ray of sunshine in our lives really did turn into a lightening bolt."

Two weeks ago my very own father fired me. Upon being fired he pushed me to go back and do school again.

I am now going to Everest College to get my CphT (Pharmacy Technician License). I started this week on Monday and I am already enjoying my class and everything we learn there. I am in school 20 hours per week learning. I am also learning to read Doctor's "chickenscratch" notes. I wear scrubs that are wayyyy tooo big for me. I feel like a five year old dressing up in adult clothes. My class has 11 students in it, so there is alot of one on one time with the teacher. Today I took my first big exam and I got a 96% on it (I couldn't have done as well as I did with out Ben helping me study last night, He is such a good man).

I am looking forward to 8 or so months down the road and I will be done and graduated. As some would call it edumicated.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Good News!

The Hevelone Family is officially a full time family. Last night March 3, 2009 Ben was signed as the parent of Skylar with Sole Custody! YAY! After 9 months and 15 days of worrying, crying, praying (yes praying, I pray believe it or not, but Ben does not) and fighting we finally see a ray of light coming through the “Hevelone Black Cloud”. For those of you who don’t know what the “Hevelone Black Cloud” is I will tell you, there is no nice way of saying this, but The Hevelone’s just have bad luck. Look at us, everything is so much harder for us to do and it takes soooo much longer to get them done because nothing and I mean nothing goes our way. Since becoming a Hevelone, 9 months and 14 days ago I too have experienced the “Cloud”. Don’t get me wrong I love being a Hevelone, I wouldn’t take it back for the world. But there is some bad luck going around. You can ask any of us and I am sure they would say that there is bad luck. Anyways last night Ben and I were in bed talking and I said, “hey I think I see a ray of light coming through that black cloud,” and he said “Maybe”, then I said “shit, with our luck that ray of light is going to turn into a lighting bolt.” Anyways I wanted to share our good news and thank everyone for their thoughts, prayers and everything you guys do. We truly love and appreciate everyone of you.
YAY, YAY, YAY, is all we have to say!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Another Funny

This is an actual letter from an Austin , TX woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products.

She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,
I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beachin tight, white shorts. My favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants. Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing? As brand manager in the feminine hygiene division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense moodswings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women.The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in capri pants, which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.' Are you kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. For the love, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong'. Sir, please inform your accounting department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending B S. And that's a promise I will keep. Always.

Best, Wendi

AaronsAustin , TX

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

I am "One Lucky Girl"

I’ve been thinking lately about how much I really do enjoy being a mom. Just to think that two years ago before Ben and Skylar came into my life, I was almost resigned to the fact that I would never have a child of my own. I struggled with my health and the thought that NO MAN would ever want a broken woman. The thought of having to adopt in the future and wondering if I could love a child that did not come from my body as much as I could a child of my own was very depressing and disheartening. Since meeting Ben and Skylar my troubles have pretty much completely gone away. I realize now that I do have a child and he might not have been from my tummy, he is still as much mine as I could ever imagine a “biological child” to be. I am no longer afraid of not being able to never experience the joy’s of being a mother because I am enjoying those joy’s now. Of coarse I would still like to carry a child in my own tummy, don’t think for one second that I don’t want more children (great now Ben is going to think that we don’t need to have more kids) because I very much do. I am slowly realizing just how much I have been blessed with in my life. Since marrying Ben and Skylar (yes, I married Skylar too, In my own mind at least) I have completely been healed of the cancer that was threatening my body and my doctors from wanting a hysterectomy, I have become a Wife to a man who does not think of me as broken, (at least I hope not) he is an incredible person and a great MAN, I now have the greatest honor of being a MOM to a wonderful, rambunctious little boy named Skylar. I now have huge reason’s to live and press forward in this great life in our great family. I know that I am kind of Cheesy but I don’t care, I am just proud of my family.

The picture on the left is by far one of my most favritist picture in the world of Skylar, he is saying "Ewwwe Gross, they just kissed and now they are hugging. YUCKY!!!!"
This a another important photo. Our family and we love eachother and Skylar just has to deal with kisses. (This is also the photo on my debit card.)

Friday, January 23, 2009

"Freedom is Not Free"

So.. Apparently the Obamination of America has started….

I am truly saddened by what I have been reading in the newspaper and on the internet as of late. I know that the things that I am saddened about are very controversial. I understand that everyone has the right to freedom of speech, thought and actions. But the sad fact in all this, is that FREEDOM IS NOT FREE.. I don’t think that some people understand or believe that. As a wife of a man who served his country in a war that the American people obviously don’t support or believe in, I for one am truly grateful. The notion that we can just pull out of Iraq and everything will be fine is purely fantasy. I had the opportunity to take my husband to visit OUR nation’s capitol, Washington D.C in the fall of 2007, for his first time. After visiting all of the sites of the Vietnam Memorial, the Korean War Memorial and the World War II Memorial and several others, I am terrified of the fact that our country wants to just pull out of a war and NOT honor the thousands of service members in our Armed Forces that have passed in this war and all the previously fought wars is disheartening. My husband and I are scared of the fact that we will pull out and all those soldiers had died in vain. For nothing. That is absurd. We the American people are trying to create peace in lands that currently don’t have the freedoms of speech, thought and actions as we do. We are a ungrateful country, we just expect that the fact that we live here gives us the right to live with these freedoms. If you ask me the only people who can have that attitude are the ones who EARNED those rights for us, Soldiers, men like my husband who have fought for the freedoms and rights for everyone to enjoy. It is sad to think that 99.9% of all the people that he fought for are ungrateful for the sacrifices that he and others have made. If you ever have the chance to visit our nation’s capitol make sure that you visit the Korean War Memorial, there you will see the wall that states, “Freedom is Not Free”. I for one hope that in the coming times that we as a nation will learn to be grateful for the rights that we get to enjoy everyday. Can you imagine getting in your car and being worried that it might explode when you start it up or that when you send your kids off to school that they might not be safe from terrorist and other groups/organizations of people who wish to harm them. I can only hope and pray that I don’t ever forget the sacrifices that others have made for me to enjoy in this Great Country, AMERICA. There are no words to express how extremely grateful I am for my husband and the other great men and women who have courage. The courage to fight for all of our freedoms.

Why Men are Never Depressed

I came to work today thinking it will just be another boring day at the office, like it always is. I arrived at 7:20 am in the morning (Yikes, I need to find an employer who likes sleep just as much as I do) Anyways to my surprise I find a piece of paper on my chair and it totally made today livable. So I then decided that since I have never posted anything on my blog yet that I would post this. Hopefully someone may have a better day because of it. So here goes....

Why Men Are Never Depressed

Men are just happy people. What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white t-shirt to a water park. You can wear No shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5,000. Tux rental $100. People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them. New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.

Phones conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.

Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.

You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes – one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24th in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier.