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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

Sunday, January 25, 2009

House with teens

Charlie and his girlfriend, Krystin.

Keith, one of Charlies's best friends, and Liz

...and finally, Charlie and Porter

Friday, January 23, 2009

Are you serious?

As I've told y'all before, I work for an office of five ob-gyns. I could write an entire blog about the different calls I get. Some would make you laugh, some would make you cry and then there are those that make you just go...huh??

Yesterday I got a call from a woman who was calling in for her friend who didn't speak very good English but wanted to make an appointment as a new patient. I asked her what kind of insurance her friend had. "She doesn't have any insurance" she answered. I asked her if her friend needed a quote of how much the visit would cost her and she said "she doesn't have any money, she can't pay you anything. If she had money to pay you, she could afford insurance". So, I thought that maybe it was an emergency. I asked what the appointment was for and she said "for infertility, she's having trouble getting pregnant".

I kid you not.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Can't hear this enough...

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

He Wants To Serve

I remember several years ago kidding with my friend, Dale,who lives in Canada, that I would take my boys and move there before I'd let one of them be drafted. Not that I don't believe in serving our country, but because I don't think I could go four years without breathing. As it turns out, I may be testing that whole not breathing for four years thing after all. Charlie has decided that he wants to put off college until after he serves our country in the Marines.

We're visiting recruiters of all the branches, mostly at my insistence, because I want him to be aware of all his options. Apparently, when he turned 18, they are his options now and not mine, because mine would be for him to go to college, get a great education, then a great job and then begin to raise a family.

I know legally that 18 is considered a man. I'm sure most moms would agree with me that that is not always the case.