SERENDIPITY: "Hey Momma"

Thursday, January 29, 2009

"Hey Momma" - Coop Style

Today is Cooper Thursday Blog - this is the song I sing to my Mom - "Hey Momma, do you want to watch my grooves? Hey Momma, do you want to see my moves? Hey Momma," (no words just dancing).........I like to sing this song to my Mom because evey time I do she laughs and I really like to dance. Check out next Thursday for another Cooper Blog. I picked out the first song. Peace out, Cooper

5 comments:

Tami said...: Cooper, I love to see you dance. You have very unique moves that I have never seen before. Most of all I love the boy making the moves. You are really awesome!!; January 29, 2009 at 5:56 AM
Unknown said...: hey, super cooper! the sackett family is dancing around the computer in your honor. you rock, dude!!! now we're gonna go build a rocket!; January 29, 2009 at 8:01 AM
Kristy said...: Hey Cooper you keep singing and making your mum laugh!; January 29, 2009 at 11:36 PM
The Ruzickas said...: Hey there Tami, Im sure we have met at FBCIR. We should get together sometime. My oldest is 12 also. Angela and I were just talking about you all last night! :)) Your kids are too cute, by the way!; January 31, 2009 at 7:35 AM
Tami said...: that picture is great. love, ava; February 11, 2009 at 3:17 PM

IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them; "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If either foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

My Dad

our last christmas, little did we know!! we miss you-you are always in our thoughts. We sold his house, it was as if we had to say goodbye again. Nothing but fond memories. Movie night, hide and go seek, fishing, the beach, pool table, weight room, ice cream, bagels, peach diet iced tea, laughing...simply you. Miss you more than you will ever know. It feels as if it was just yesterday, thank God you are "free". "With your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye, go in peace and laugh on Glory's side. And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE....." .