A Playar In the Making

Last 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.”

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.

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.”

I am raising a soon to be playar…

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I think I either need to close out my blog or start blogging again...O the decisions...

The 2nd Day of First Grade

This is my conversation with my little first grader on the 2nd day of school…

Mom: “Hey bud, how was school today?”

Ty: “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.”

Mom: “Well, Don’t you think your teacher will help you?”

Ty: “Yes, she’ll help me. You know mom she is nice. She’s nice like Mrs. R.”

All I could so was laugh – especially when he said, “Seriously Mom.”

First Grade

The 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."

As for me, if you want to play you got to practice!"

Greed

If 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.

Bacelona, Spain

Well, 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 un-comforting 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.

I will put my trip into words but for right now I'm just enjoying being at home with my boys.

No Pity Partiers Allowed

Life is full of ups and downs twists and turns and what you do with that roller coaster ride is fully up to you. I have noticed that there are two types of people. One being those who are the go getter's 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.

I have had my share of ups, downs, twist and turns; however I have taken that roller coaster 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!

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.

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.

Change is good!