tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-303379242024-03-12T20:53:31.004-07:00Who-Wants-To-Be-Princess-When-You-Can-Be-QUEEN!In my little world "I am Queen"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger298125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-75402391052406681872010-03-16T12:09:00.000-07:002010-03-16T12:12:46.728-07:00A Playar In the MakingLast week, as I am getting LM ready for school he requests to have his hair spiked; like SD Terry’s. What is a mom to do but oblige. As I’m spiking his hair he looks into the mirror smiles and puts his hands on his hips forms a gun like shape with his fingers and begins to swivel his hips while saying in a hot sexy six year old voice, “HELLOOOOO LAAAAADIES.”<br /><br />First of all a six year old should NOT have a sexy voice! Secondly, there is no reason he should even know he has hips to swivel.<br /><br />I did not know whether I should laugh, cringe or cry. I did neither. I just calmly said, “Where in the world did you learn that?” Quickly and innocently he said, “Momma, my brain tells me what to say and how to move.” <br /><br />I am raising a soon to be playar…Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-79414580710635282302010-01-08T09:43:00.001-08:002010-01-08T09:44:03.810-08:00HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII think I either need to close out my blog or start blogging again...O the decisions...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-88955002653449220302009-08-28T04:17:00.001-07:002009-08-28T04:18:43.960-07:00The 2nd Day of First GradeThis is my conversation with my little first grader on the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> day of school…<br /><br /><em>Mom</em>: “Hey bud, how was school today?”<br /><br /><em>Ty</em>: “It was good. Mom do you know that she is going to make us do math tomorrow and I have to make a frog? Seriously Mom, I don’t even know how to make a frog.”<br /><br /><em>Mom</em>: “Well, Don’t you think your teacher will help you?”<br /><br /><em>Ty</em>: “Yes, she’ll help me. You know mom she is nice. She’s nice like Mrs. R.”<br /><br />All I could so was laugh – especially when he said, “Seriously Mom.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-29907123306219984082009-08-18T04:57:00.000-07:002009-08-18T04:59:34.607-07:00First GradeThe school year is right around the corner. I am full of mixed emotions; mostly excited for Ty. He is playing football again this year and loving it. However, he feels he doesn't need to go to practice because, "Mom, I know how to play the game."<br /><br />As for me, if you want to play you got to practice!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-62826152808679600832009-07-17T09:17:00.001-07:002009-07-17T09:19:12.199-07:00GreedIf I have learned anything over the last year or so it is that GREED is unbecoming and shows ones true colors. It turns people into the worst and I have no tolerance for it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-80057765981846521852009-06-25T05:58:00.001-07:002009-06-25T06:12:41.059-07:00Bacelona, SpainWell, I made it half way around the world and back. I have no idea how to put my trip into words.. It was amazing yet it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un-comforting</span> at the same time. I am not one to get homesick however, I could not wait to get back home. By Wednesday I was in tears of wanting to come home. Having homesickness is the worst feeling in the world. I would not wish it upon anyone. It is a very lonely feeling and there is no cure.<br /><br />I will put my trip into words but for right now I'm just enjoying being at home with my boys.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-36149877562413705812009-06-12T04:44:00.000-07:002009-06-12T04:45:09.727-07:00No Pity Partiers AllowedLife is full of ups and downs twists and turns and what you do with that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roller coaster</span> ride is fully up to you. I have noticed that there are two types of people. One being those who are the go <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">getter's</span> and take life by the horns and make the best out of any situation; two being those who feel the world is out to get them and pity pity poor me when the stars are not aligned properly.<br /><br />I have had my share of ups, downs, twist and turns; however I have taken that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">roller coaster</span> and turned it into a positive ride. I have also learned that the world does not owe you anything nor does anyone on this blessed planet. Who owes you then? You owe it to yourself. You owe yourself enough self respect to get off that pity party me horse and change your life if you are that miserable. Yes, it can be done!<br /><br />My life is far from perfect and so am I. I have learned from all my wild rides and sometimes I have learned the hard way. What I feel I have learned most is to disengage myself from those who are the pity poor me’s. I cannot stand the fact that people wallow in self pity – it is a pet peeve. I want to scream in their faces “GET OVER YOURSELVES.” No one is that more important than anyone else – with the exception of our children.<br /><br />My advice quit wallowing in what you think is your sad little world and make changes. Take a look around I guarantee someone has it harder than you do.<br /><br />Change is good!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-2872323314660244932009-06-10T11:15:00.000-07:002009-06-10T11:46:07.739-07:00Won't You Be My NeighborTy and another little boy were picked out of the whole K class to play Mr. Rogers at their spring graduation concert. When I asked how they were picked his teacher said because he and the other child were the class hams. Big surprise!<br /><br /><br />Below is the video of my little movie star...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzm6cnKgTehdDVNsSZTk4JGj7Ab9udwvKCIzfwH6SU1fxWhs8PBLmhLr2ihP_iMGLioTNjD9KT--bI' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-48724133883575235042009-06-10T09:17:00.000-07:002009-06-10T09:28:06.748-07:00I Can Ride A Two Wheeler!<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwYmzIbIwJF4cW0X3sSLtiYwUKbISeG3GoJOP2YefpZsVjfkCXrLoUUldzm698Kd0HTpveG9STeE54' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-74053774497302819772009-06-02T04:39:00.000-07:002009-06-02T04:47:48.283-07:00For Me?`We were out to dinner with the men's softball crowd on Friday...the local Blvd Grille is the men's sponsor so we dine there often as our thank you for the money to play.<br /><br />Our usual conversation got a little edgy but we were careful not to insult the adorable 5 year old with us. As we are talking about an old friend's house party it was mentioned that he brought out a box of "adult toys." Do not even ask why he brought them out as it has been three weeks and we are still wondering the same thing.<br /><br />My friend John brought up the "box of toys" and we of course all laughed about it and were joking around when Ty looked up at the crowd of men and as if on queue said "for me?" "Mom a box of toys for me?"<br /><br /><em>The conversation went something like this:</em><br /><br />John: What is he doing with that "box of toys?"<br /><br />Me: Who knows it creeped me out. Especially in a house they are trying to sell.<br /><br />John: Having a full box of toys is just weird.<br /><br />Me: Well, I'm glad it's his box of toys. There are too many "toys" for one person I think.<br /><br /><strong><em>In chimes the 5 year old:</em></strong><br /><br />Ty: A box of toys "for me?"<br /><br />Of course he bats his baby blues and has a huge grin on his face - as if it were Christmas Day.<br /><br />Laughter filled the outdoor deck area...<br /><br />Ty: Mom why is your face all red??<br /><br />Let's just say the conversation quickly changed to something else from the "box of toys."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-1182754898104058812009-05-26T08:24:00.000-07:002009-05-26T08:30:09.059-07:00A Homerun in the Eyes of a Five Year OldSaturday was your typical tee ball day with the Sheetz Cheetah’s. Ty got his turn up to bat and we all stood watching intently. I will admit that he packs a wallop for a 5 almost 6 year old. However, I refuse to be one of those <em>“mothers!” </em>The boy toy brags enough for the whole family, which is not a bad thing. I just smile ear to ear and think, <em>“yes, that is my boy and I’m proud!”</em><br /><br />So as the story goes:<br /><br />Ty gets up to bat takes a few practice swings and smacks the ball down the 3rd base line, Coach yelled out <em>“foul ball.”</em> A deep breath is taken and the batters stance is once again met. Ty looking on at the pitcher with a serious give me your best shot look. The pitch is in and with a crack of the bat the ball goes sailing line drive up passed the short stop to the outfield and takes a bounce over the home run fence.<br /><br />Keep in mind the players are to stop at first base, the rules are everyone bats and runs, no outs counted, no score tallied. Rules, what rules? At the moment that ball bounced over the fence my darling little major league prospect changed the rules. He tossed down his bat and threw up his arms cheering and thought <em>I am king! Can you give me a whoop whoop, I am unstoppable!</em><br /><br />He does not stop at first base, but continues to approach 2nd and 3rd bypassing his own teammates standing on 2nd and 3rd base until he rounds in and reaches home plate.<br /><br />I have learned there are no rules in tee ball when that baseball is bounced over the fence and that is not a ground double to a five year old, it is a home run!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-12641123971763421392009-05-18T04:44:00.000-07:002009-05-18T04:46:11.030-07:00The Day Spent at Magic Kingdom<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/ShFKMoiKlOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d3WICHnoOAI/s1600-h/DSC02587.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/ShFKMoiKlOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/d3WICHnoOAI/s400/DSC02587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337128614310352098" /></a><br /><br />Magic Kingdom was great - our favorite was Splash Mountain. No long lines to wait it. May is the perfect time of year to go.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-86798555841456390652009-05-12T06:11:00.001-07:002009-05-12T06:17:26.619-07:00Disney 2009<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/Sgl1lp_eFKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZDnwfy2AH0w/s1600-h/DSC02529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/Sgl1lp_eFKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZDnwfy2AH0w/s400/DSC02529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334924523384738978" /></a><br /><br />Even though I went for work and sat in meetings we were able to sneak out and play some. Here is Ty and I in Epcot after the group dinner.<br /><br />You may see a gap in Ty's mouth where a tooth use to be. Ty lost his very first tooth and unbeknownst to me the tooth fairy doubles the deal in Disney according to everyone. As he woke up on Friday, I had already left for my Friday Session of meetings, Ty found $4.00 under his pillow and no tooth. Here I thought we were in a recession, just not according to the tooth fairy!<br /><br />I should also mention he pulled the tooth out himself, mom was too freaked out but the wiggly little sucker.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-27464473938999604302009-04-30T04:38:00.000-07:002009-04-30T05:24:24.396-07:00I'm a Hitter!My little slugger!<br /><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-11e4f11125a5e536 height=266 width=320 contentId="11e4f11125a5e536"></OBJECT>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-62867176334159442292009-04-24T07:01:00.001-07:002009-04-24T07:11:04.758-07:00We need to stay humbleT is now entering his first year of tee ball. The deal is the coaches will pitch X amount of balls to the kids, if they don't hit any of the pitches they bring out the tee for them. They switch fielding and hitting once all kids had a chance to bat and run the bases.<br /><br />It's great no cut throating as of yet. I have coached so I have promised myself not to get mixed up in the politics of sports. If he plays great; if he doesn't but is having fun then who cares right? I know wait til High School...ARGH!!<br /><br />Unfortunately, I had to leave before last bat so I asked the Father this morning how he did and the response was this...<br /><br /><em>His 3rd hit went past the 3rd baseman out to the fence. He hit one that would’ve been his best hit of the season, but it was foul. When T hit the one foul, I heard the manager of the other team say to one of their other coaches that this kid should be in the older league.<br /><br />He did really well at first base. When he threw the ball back to their coach that was pitching, he would throw it pretty hard. The other coach kept complimenting T on his arm. Towards the end of the inning the coach came over and asked me if T was 7. When I told him he was only 5, he couldn’t believe it.</em><br /><br />I replied, <em>"that's great and don't tell him let's try to keep him humble for as long as we can."</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-3059097795001151952009-04-17T04:38:00.000-07:002009-04-17T04:45:42.605-07:00Your so Vein you probably think this post is about you...well it is!If it is one thing that parenting as taught me it is never to underestimate the brilliant mind of your child when it comes to witty comments or comebacks. <br /><br />I was on the couch the other night with my little man watching his favorite cartoons of course (thank you to the BOOM Channel and Direct TV) when I looked over at him and this conversation took place:<br /><br /><em>T: "Mom, why do you keep on staring at me?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Me: "What I'm not allowed to look at my child?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>T: "O, I know why you stare at me."</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Me: "O yea, why?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>T: "Because I'm cute</em>!"<br /><br />As he hides his face in the pillow grinning ear to ear.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-23663721677182173122009-03-31T07:42:00.001-07:002009-03-31T07:45:40.356-07:00Star of the Week<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/SdIr-kD95TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gOqvNDeQX1I/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319362463710176562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/SdIr-kD95TI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gOqvNDeQX1I/s400/DSC02478.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>T received Star of the Week in his classroom. We had fun gathering all of his favorite things, a t-shirt; photos; foods; toys; movies; hobby and books. His teacher put up a great display and T got to share all the things on his board with his classmates.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-88281761525959455822009-02-10T05:10:00.000-08:002009-02-10T05:14:51.145-08:00Two years and countingHe sat beside me and everyone around us suddenly disappeared. I sat nervously holding onto every bit of the conversation not wanting to miss a thing. As I listened he brushed his hand gently against mine sending a tingle throughout my body. I smiled bashfully my cheeks felt flush.<br /><br />After dinner we stood to leave, he grabbed my jacket helping me put it on. My heart skipped a beat or two. I smiled gently and looked shyly towards him whispering thanks. He gently glided this hand on the small of back leading me to the door. My heart was pounding. My date was so soft and sincere it had been a long time since I had felt like that. Felt…important.<br /><br />After two years of dating he still makes my heart skip a beat.<br /><br />Thanks for loving me the way you do. I love you too.<br /><br />Happy 2 Years and Happy Valentine’s Day sweetheart.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>PS...you never bore me, either. </em><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-26734981765332660872009-01-15T11:23:00.000-08:002009-01-15T11:49:19.110-08:00The SeriesI am a huge fan of the author Nicholas Sparks. I also demand him to be under my Christmas tree every year...well not him <em>per say</em> but his new work of art. This year, I received <em>The Lucky One</em> which I devoured in 3 days. <em> Well</em>...it is hell not having your child and this hobby keeps me out of trouble and sane when he is with his dad.<br /><br />I read and read and loved every page as I soaked deeper and deeper into the lives of the characters of this book. Amazing, this man has talent!<br /><br />But then...I got wind of a new series, an author everyone is raving about, Stephenie Meyer, the mother of the <em>Twilight</em> Series. All I have to say is I have never been so pissed about going to work - because that means I have to wait 8 hours to pick up this book again. I am dying to get home and start where I have left off. However, I have been sneaking an hour of reading over lunch.<br /><br />I just found out:<br /><br /><em>She now knows he’s a vampire…THANK GOODNESS…NOW WHAT?? – A forbidden love affair; what happens next?? Commence Chapter 10….Am I now entering what I will assume is the “meat” of the book. What fun getting there.<br /></em><br />When will 4:00 arrive?? I can’t wait to go home and dive deep into the couch next to the faux fireplace and indulge in my new love –<em> Twilight</em>.<br /><br />I must admit, in the beginning I couldn't figure out what all the hype was about packaged up in this 500 paged book. Then I opened the crisp well designed cover, now I dread putting the book down.<br /><br />Meyer's makes you feel as though you are right smack dab in the scene making all your senses come alive. I feel as if I am a background character in this book watching from afar waiting for the characters next moves. <em>I lL.O.V.E it.</em><br /><br />If you have some free time, I would say pick up the series and dive on in.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-70482246314412402332009-01-13T04:35:00.000-08:002009-01-13T04:39:11.413-08:00Lost and Found?I think I have become bored with my blog world. I love to read blogs, just not type them as much anymore. <em>Ahem</em>…love to read because I want to know what everyone else is doing and love getting lost in someone’s warped world…as if mine is not warped enough. Besides, who really who cares what I am doing? It is more interesting to learn about others then myself, I think.<br /><br />I get lost in other blogs, people’s lives; their struggles; their accomplishments; their children’s wondrous marvels. They are blogs that do not make me feel alone in my day to day struggles; accomplishments and my own little marvels. It makes me feel…<em>well…good</em>. Good by knowing I am not the only one out there that has pains and gains.<br /><br />In a nutshell, I am just a plain Jane mother; a full time employee who thinks her work rocks most of the time. I still love to play volleyball; socialize and travel. I still live in a small hick town trying to make it like everyone else.<br /><br />I get excited about things and then bored with things after the challenge has worn off. I think there are only two things in life that do not ever bore me, one being most important my son. He is my greatest accomplishment and everyday is a wonderful yet challenging one – that is one challenge that will never die, <em>raising a child, motherhood.</em><br /><br />My second is playing volleyball even at my rightful age of 30 plus 4 I love that game. I love the team feeling when on the court. I love the winning and sometimes the losing because that means I have not achieved the game to perfection.<br /><br />Maybe a break is all I need. <em>A vacation perhaps?</em> I have plenty of life stories to tell I just do not want to blog them, <em>I guess</em>. I could be just in a funk and after being on the computer all day clicking on the keyboard when I get home is the furthest thing from my mind. That may make me lazy or just at a point in my life where I am over the story telling. Who knows what I am right now.<br /><br />A new challenge; to figure what it is I want or what I am all about, maybe.<br /><br /><em>Phew, glad we had this little chat. I feel a little better...I think...</em>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-32818382465943332882009-01-07T08:39:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:40:51.941-08:00The Cookie CardAfter much ice, snow, sleet, rain and whatever else Mother Nature decided to toss our way yesterday school was let out early. I decided to work through lunch and go pick up my favorite little man so he could skip the after school program and hit the grocery store before all the crazies got there.<br /><br />That was my second mistake…the first promising my boy a free cookie from the bakery with the cookie card I carry with me faithfully. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Unbeknown</span> to me the damn thing expired on New Year’s Eve…who knew??<br /><br />We get to the bakery and I am frantically diving deep into my unorganized wallet looking for the “card” pull it out and hear the “mean old hag” ahem, sweet little old lady say – honey you need a new card. O I do? This one did expire…thinking she will just give my boy the cookie and let me move on. What the sweet freaking hell was I thinking?? Thirty minutes of torture began.<br /><br />I said I don’t have any cash on me, I just came for a few things I will get the card on my way out after I get cash from my purchases. She looked right at me and my mouth watering boy and said, “I will not give you the cookie without the card.”<br /><br />Commence tears and I am not talking little tears, I am talking freaking tears of cats and dogs the size of wild cats and great <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">danes</span>. I of course stomp off, remembering I have a five dollar bill of my stash cash in the console of my car. Now remember, the weather is not the greatest out and I have a 5 year old with me in the shopping cart sitting and crying because some nut job will not give up a stale rainbow cookie...so I do what any mother of year would - I take the cart park it in the foyer of the store leaving my purse with child so no one will think I ran off and left him – run out in the elements of the shitty day for a five dollar bill. Mom to the rescue…<br /><br />Once I get back into the store I walk back to the bakery hand the bitch (sweet as been long gone from mind) lady behind the counter the five and she looks at me and says, “I do not have change.” MOTHER FUCKING GOD, it’s a cookie. It is not like I was asking her to stuff the whole tray down my shirt and pants to steal.<br /><br />I had to go up to the front of the store to the customer service desk and purchase the card there. I stood for ten minutes while the manager and another worker talked about some other employee being in a bad mood. I thought they have yet to see a bad mood. Meanwhile, my child again in tears, the poor thing just wanted a cookie. All I wanted was a little help! I wanted saved.<br /><br />I smiled saying, I would like a cookie card, seems they like to play hard to get. She just looked at me and I said it has only taken me thirty minutes in your store to get my child one.<br /><br />I am thinking of sending customer service email to the owner of the local store; however I am not sure what I want to say yet.<br /><br />But damn it, we got our cookie card for 2009!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-13021695612069345032008-12-10T05:01:00.001-08:002008-12-12T04:48:40.440-08:00If I knew...This email was forwarded to me and I felt <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">compelled</span> to share it with the blog world...<br /><br />If I knew it would be the last <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">time that</span> I'd see you fall asleep,I would tuck you in more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tightly and</span> pray the Lord, your soul to keep.<br /><br />If I knew it would be the last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">time that</span> I see you walk out the door,I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.<br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.<br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time,I could spare an extra <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">minute to</span> stop and say "I love you,"instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.<br /><br />If I knew it would be the last <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">time I</span> would be there to share your day,Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.<br /><br />For surely there's always <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">tomorrow to</span> make up for an oversight,and we always get a second <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">chance to</span> make everything just right. There will always be another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">day to</span> say "I love you,"And certainly there's another <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">chance to</span> say our "Anything I can do?"<br /><br />But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get, I'd like to say how much I love you and I hope we never forget. Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike, and today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight. So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?<br /><br />For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.<br /><br />So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear. Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear.<br /><br />Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," "Thank you," or "It's okay."<br /><br />And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-61879616960932064262008-12-05T10:38:00.000-08:002008-12-05T13:22:26.826-08:00Invisible Mother<span style="font-family:verdana;">It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way Tyler will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.<br /><br />Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?' Obviously, not.<br /><br />He cannot see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.<br /><br />I'm invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Boom Channel?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'<br /><br />I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied insurance; but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.<br />She's going; she's going; she is gone! One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England ..<br /><br />She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in.<br /><br />I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe ..<br /><br />I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription: 'To My Dear Friend, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.' In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:<br /><br />No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.<br />These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.<br />They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.<br /><br />The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it.' And the workman replied, 'Because God sees' I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place.<br /><br />It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.' At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life.<br /><br />It is the cure for the disease of my own self-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">centeredness</span>. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.<br /><br />The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.<br /><br />When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand-bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.'<br /><br />That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'you're going to love it there.'<br /><br />As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right.<br />And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women. Great Job, MOM!<br /><br />Hope this encourages you when the going gets tough as it sometimes does.<br /><br />Tyler, mommy loves you from where?? Yes, here to the moon and I will do my best to raise you perfectly.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-60425919343673653732008-11-03T08:49:00.000-08:002008-11-03T09:05:29.931-08:00Halloween Trick and Treats<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264475947121362258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/SQ8s-0TBxVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/gOIlZi0aBUg/s400/Halloween+08+004.jpg" border="0" /> <div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/SQ8tiOm9JyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JuuYpNQWHhA/s1600-h/Halloween+08+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264476555479688994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/SQ8tiOm9JyI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JuuYpNQWHhA/s400/Halloween+08+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264477153079527330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mc0gfew9lMs/SQ8uFA13B6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/pl-PuYZ2J28/s400/Halloween+08+009.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30337924.post-13682886184552841822008-10-29T04:42:00.000-07:002008-10-29T04:46:46.776-07:00Money Comes and Money GoesYou all know about the infamous McDonald’s Monopoly game going on, right?! If not, you are either not in America or are living under a rock somewhere in the caves of the dessert.<br /><br />Here is my little story to share with you about how money comes and money goes. While in the Sin City for a conference the boy toy and I decided to grab a bite to eat at yes, you got it, McDonald’s for breakfast. Having never really been one to play those games I thought why not so I opened our games pieces and there it was – BOARDWALK one of the most expensive pieces of real estate on the board. The conversation went something like this:<br /><br /><em>Me: Save those pieces, do you know how hard it is to get Boardwalk? I mean we could win some major bucks here.<br /><br />Boy Toy: Okay, but you know you will never win? Your chances of getting hit with lightening are better.<br /><br />Me: I do not care, I will take my chances. Besides are we not in Vegas, the land of forever gambling?<br /></em><br />…I am now going to fast forward you back to my hometown…<br /><br /><em>Me: Um, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ter</span> where are the pieces that I asked you to keep for the monopoly game when we were in Vegas?<br /><br />Boy Toy: I think I still have them in the fanny pack.<br /><br />Me: Can you get them? You are never going to believe what piece was on my Sweet Tea today. PARK PLACE the second most expensive piece of real estate that is going to make you and I very happy when I put the codes in for the online game.<br /></em><br />After much digging for the piece of gold a very sad and worried boy toy comes down from the attic and says:<br /><br />I must have thrown the pieces out from Vegas while I was packing to come home.<br /><br /><strong><em>*GASP*<br /></em></strong><br />Easy come and easy go and damn it I will never have the opportunity of having those two pieces together ever again! Again, this is why I do not gamble or play money winning games because I always lose.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1