Camden Pierce Hughes

I feel very strongly about children, I don't have any of my own but I love a lot of children as if they were my own so the story of dead child found in the woods in Maine hurt my heart. Having the child be unnamed was somehow worse then the child being found and being identified right away. So now we have a name and according to the media, a confession from the child's mother that she killed her child and dumped his body in the woods.
I used to work at the medical examiner's office so I have seen multiple dead bodies and heard all the horrible stories that came with them but when a parent, especially a mother, kills their child, a child they carried in their body for 40 weeks! I just don't understand it. We only know a little of the story so far but there is no reason to ever, EVER hurt a child.
Rest in peace little one.

being a "grown up" is weird

Mike and I had quite a "grown up" weekend, sorta. We picked out out wedding cake yesterday, I have a wedding notebook (a girft, its the Martha Stewart one) and Mike was like, "You researched cakes?" I was like, "Ummm yea, I have a notebook dude."

And this week we have started the house hunting process, we figure it will take about a year or more to find a house. We saw 4 today and did a drive by on the last one, nothing was like amazing and we had to have it, 1 was from the 1800s and I thought it was sooooo cool but Mike felt he was on a field trip to Old Sturbridge Village. We found one that was more our speed but it was only 2 bedrooms and just a wee bit too small but we are just starting this process so it was cool to see each house and try to picture our lives there. I think we are ready for move out of the condo in the next year but it does seem strange that we are at the point that we could actually do this, purchase a house, a whole house! To live in for 40 years, its so odd.

Are you kidding me?

So as a college student I did something that not many college kids do, I was a firefighter and an EMT, I worked both Fire & Rescue during my years in college. The best nights were the Friday college dances because there was totally going to be someone who drank too much and we would bring them into the ER vomiting all over themselves and then see them a few days later in class. They wouldn't have a clue what we had done for them. The most important thing I learned while on Fire & Rescue was when someone needs your help, you run to them not away from them so when I saw a woman go down in the parking garage today I stopped my car and ran to her. And what is so wrong in the world is the parking attendant asked me to move my car, my hazards were on and people could get around me so my response was no, I will not move my car because that woman is bleeding and needs help and I am not going to leave her. So thanks to St. Michael's Fire & Rescue for making me go to those in need instead of away from them.