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I'm a single mom with two great kids living near Dallas, Texas. This is my life; day to day things that are probably only important to me. This is my record of my ups, my downs and the road that I've taken along the way. For whatever reason YOU'RE here, I hope you find something you can enjoy and/or relate to. God bless.

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Location: Dallas, Texas, United States

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

The One To Beat

This kid's parents did a great job. He's not only amazing, but humble.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

What a guy...and dog

Being the animal lover that I am, I have to share this story that I found at Leesa's place.

Now, this is the kind of man I want to have in my life...just in case y'all know of one, feel free to give him my number.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Time For Me

I'm starting to venture out of my comfort zone. It's made me smile more, made me laugh more and to be completely honest, I'm having a bit of fun with it.

I've always been extremely shy, and though for some reason I come off as a people person, I'm not. I'm very shy inside. However, one of the many blessings of my job is that I work with 32 wonderful women who are warm, friendly and for whatever reason, seem to like me. It's like I have a large extended family. Now, I've been there for 3 months (My 90 day probation period has come and gone. Yay, they're keeping me!!) and on my wall is at least half a dozen pictures of my boys. So,by now, they all know my kid's stories and the story of my divorce. They've been inviting me to parties, wanting to sit me up with eligible friends, invite the kids and I to their lake houses or to go 4 wheeling with their families. I'm loving this. I've agreed to and have gone out a little, I'm looking forward to the boys and I getting together with some of their families, and I am so enjoying being single again.

For as long as I can remember, my focus has been on the kids. That has paid off, I've got great kids and I'm so thankful for the men they are and are still becoming. Now I'm able to take some me time. There is a time for everything...and though I have no interest in ever adapting the 'it's all about me' mind set ( because, let's face it, my kids have seen one parent do that and they'll not see another one ever be that selfish), I am beginning to take some time for myself and to be completely honest, I'm enjoying it.

Maybe it's the beginning of 'my' time.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Shhhhhh....oh hush.

I have a pet peeve. I probably have several, but now I'm just focusing on one.

Please, please, if you're going to start off a sentence with anything like 'Don't repeat this', don't tell me period. I know it's well rumored and joked about that women like to gossip, but it's not true for all of us. I honestly don't like to hear gossip. I honestly don't want to know anything about you (or anyone around me) that is a secret. It's your secret, keep it your secret.

I have friends that I will tell a 'secret' to. Actually, I have three friends that I would tell a 'secret' to, and that would honestly be it, three. Those same three people are the only ones that I would care to have share something with me that I would not for the life of me repeat, if that's what they needed from me.

Occasionally there are people that just seem to only be happy when they are complaining. I don't think it's without coincidence that these are the same people that tend to go out of their way to avoid any solution to a problem. Even the simplest problem can be turned into a big deal if you work at it hard enough. I suppose if every problem was solved, there would be nothing to whine and complain about. I find it so very sad that this is the life some choose to live. I imagine it must be a life where they feel very much the victim most of the time, and I imagine there must be a lot of tears in their life.

I've noticed when someone begins to whisper, that those around them lean in closer to hear what is about to be said. I've learned that instead of leaning in, you should walk away. Very little good comes from whispering.

Maybe it's because I feel this way that I only have three close friends...and that's okay with me.

Saturday, February 16, 2008


*This is yet another email I received today, copied and pasted here for your amusement. Seriously, I wonder how many people actually fall for this:

This is a WebNews Email Account Update Please see the bottom of this mailing on this information.


1)Full Email Address:
5)First name/Last name.

©2008 Time Warner Cable. All Rights Reserved. Under License by Openwave

*As if the grammar isn't bad enough, I wonder if the email addy being a gmail account is any clue? LOL, c'mon!!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Yes We Can...

Saw this at my friend epsilonicus' blog. Loved it. Don't have to want the man to be my president to appreciate his words. I simply love this video.

My favorite line: But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope. Love that!

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.

Yes we can.

It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.

Yes we can to justice and equality.

Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.

Yes we can heal this nation.

Yes we can repair this world.

Yes we can.

We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.

But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.

Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --

Yes. We. Can.

Tidbits...or bits of tid

On the way into work the other morning I stopped at a light before it turned red. The car behind me nearly hit me, in fact it had to swerve to miss me. I'm not one of the people that gas it for a yellow light. Don't get me wrong, many a light has turned red with me in the middle of it, but if I see I can't make it, I'll slow and stop on a yellow. The guy behind me was ticked. There is a reason I've never had so much as a parking ticket, and with the cameras they have at the lights now...well, it's not worth it to me to get to work a minute and twenty seconds earlier. If you've got a problem with being so late that you need to run the reds, leave earlier.

I woke up Monday morning with my left eye irritated. By the time I got to work I was nearly in tears. Felt like I had a couple (thousand) tacks in the lid scratching my eye. A nurse at work gave me some eye drops and it would make if feel cold for a few minutes, giving me some relief. Monday night I tied an ace bandage around the left side of my face with some tissues tucked underneath to keep the eye closed...yeah, that was a great nights sleep. Tuesday I went to see an eye doctor on my lunch hour. First, I hate having my eyes touched. Just, ewwww. They did all the stuff like taking pictures and blowing air into my eyes and I'd glady have hit them if that had been acceptable behavior, cause y'all know I'm nothing if not acceptable. Stop laughing. Then he put some dye in it and rolled my eye lid up on what looked like a qtip. I was complaining and whining...I really don't like my eyes being touched. He told me that little kids do this all the time without complaining and I reminded him of the location of my foot in relation to where he was sitting...directly in front of me. He laughed, he thought I was kidding. Turns out I had chemical burns in my eye from coloring Charlie's hair again this past Saturday. *I hadn't liked the yellow and paid the kid $10 to let me color it again* I don't remember getting it in my eyes (turns out I had it in the right eye, too, but hadn't noticed it because of how bad it'd been in the left eye) but what was worse than the eye pain was paying $95 for a tiny little bottle of eye drops. On the up side, it's only one day later and it's already so much better!

I don't understand why some people have to put down others to make themselves feel better. I was in Wal-mart after my ortho appointment for my knee yesterday (yup, two doctors and two pharmacys in one day) and it was a little packed, lot's of people after work and all, but there was a large man in one of Wal-marts motorized chairs with two items in his little basket who was rude from the get go with one of the pharmacy clerks. She was asian, and made a mistake in bringing him what he'd asked for...the wrong size of needles. He lit into her, telling her if she couldn't understand english she shouldn't be working in this country. He said, loudly, "I don't know why I went to fight in a war if you people were going to end up over here". This little girl was in tears. I smiled and told her I was so sorry, but it didn't stop him. He continued to insult and bully her. Seriously, I just don't get people. There was a hint of applause in the air when he drove off in his chair.

Thursday, February 07, 2008


Sometimes I wonder about why people think the way they do, or why they act, behave or live the way they do. I'm not being judgemental, not at all, it's just that sometimes I get very confused by people's behavior, and I wonder 'why'. I know there are many, many people who must wonder about my thought process and behavior all the time. I wonder about my thought process and my behavior, too, sometimes. But I'm talking about the people who confess (or profess) to be one way and behave in a completely opposite manner.

So...while I was praying very early this morning about someone, God gave me a vision of a nest with eggs and very young chicks in it, and large birds flying around it, providing the nest with what it needed.

I love God's visions.

This is what I came away with. Many of us are still nesting, preparing ourselves for what life has out there. We may be young, we may be old, but our 'inner man' is still immature and needs/wants others to be responsible for us. Whether it's responsible in a physical, mental or emotional way, we're not claiming that responsiblity for ourselves yet.

Then there are the large birds. Many of us have grown from the nesting stage and now have the responsibility of caring for those still nesting. We, too, once dwelled in that nest and we are now able to not only care for ourselves, but care for others. I, personally, believe that one of the reasons we do mature is learning that it's not ourselves that provides for us, but God, and once we've learned that, that it not only becomes our responsibility but should also become our pleasure to do for others. But that' s me. Some of you may have not needed for others to be responsible for you as much as I did. Believe me, until I was 26'ish', I did not hold myself responsible for anything. If it hadn't have been for the kindness, understanding and patience of others, I'd been in serious trouble.

When I had this vision this morning, I remember smiling. I heard God say 'they're still young in Me, they still have a long way to go. But you, you are in the final stretch.' This made me very happy. Final stretch to me means that I'm on my way 'home', and that is my daily prayer. So...whether my final stretch is a day, a year or 20 years, I know I'm in my final stretch there. Along the way, I'll make a concious effort to be understanding, helpful even, to those still in the nest.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Going, going...blonde

Charlie wanted a change, and this is what we did today.

We both like the cut and the color, but it didn't come easy.

The last time I messed with his hair, it was long and he wanted me to put a staightener on it. It didn't turn out well. I misread the directions and his hair broke off around his ears. I didn't cut it today, we went somewhere to have that done, but I assured him I could color it as he wanted to go blonde, again.

Well, I was wrong.

The blonde color we put on it turned it red. Bozo red. Since his hair is so short now, I'd only used half of the bottle, so we dried it and put the second half of the bottle on it. Another 45 minutes and less red, but now it was leaning more towards the orange family.

By this time he's telling me he'll go to school with it orange, that he doesn't pay attention to what kids say, but I just couldn't send him out of the house with orange hair. Fortunately my neighbor had a spare box of blonde hair color. When I put my neighbor's color on it, the poor kid said it hurt so bad he could cry. After half the time allotted per the instructions, he asked to please let him rinse it. So he did. It looks much better than the orange, but it's still got a tad of a reddish tint to it.

Maybe in a few weeks he'll let me try again. I may have to do it in his sleep...

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Put your feet up and grab some corn

Charlie and I watched The Hunting Party last week, and I highly recommend it. Please, if you've got some spare time, rent it. It's a true story and at the end of the film, with the credits, it shows some of the real players.


Friday, February 01, 2008

Look!!! I won!!

Mr.Giss Peterson.
Email: m.claims01@live.com

Provide him with the information below:

1.Full Name:__________________
2.Full Address:_______________
3.Marital Status:_____________
7.Social Security Number:_________________
8.Country Of Residence:_______
9.Telephone Number:___________
10. Means Of Collect Winnings Answer (YES/NO);
(i) Bank Account Number To Transfer Fund To;___________________________

Congratulations once more from all members and staff of this program.


Seriously, this was in my email today. What's scary is that some people will reply...and then we'll see them crying on the news.