Todays thought...My mom is awesome!
Yes, yes. We're doing another post about my mommy. BUT, there's actually a reason for it. I've had two friends recently talk to me about my relationship with my mom. Just random things and one of those friends asked me why I wasn't her mom. So, lets take the relationship with my mom. And lets go all the way to the beginning. My mom's the bomb diggety. Her and my dad are the best people in the world. Fast forward until I become a teenager. Then my parents suck, and my mom is like Enemy Number One, dad is Enemy Number Two, and life pretty much sucks. You know how it is when you're a teen.
Well this is where it gets sketchy. And I told you all one day I was finally going to go into this. Well here it is. I get this bug up my ass (With help from a guy), to turn my parents into DHS for child abuse. People, especially young people, listen to me, and listen to me good. THERE IS NO GUY WORTH DESTROYING YOUR PARENTS! And that is exactly what I did. No, my parents didn't get taken in. DHS went in and investigated and guess what, they didn't find anything wrong with my mom and dad's parenting skills. But, I broke my dad. For some reason, and I still to this day have no clue why, my mom just sat back and still loved me. But I broke my dad. And don't get me wrong, my dad still loved me. He always will. He's my daddy. But now that I look back, and even to this day, it STILL kills me the way I broke his heart. And looking back, I know I broke my mom's heart too, even though she wont say it, but she didn't show it. She never showed it. She simply pushed it away (the way only a mom can) and loved me anyway.
Well lets fast forward again a few years. I'm in a bad relationship. And I mean a BAD relationship. Yes, with the guy from the teens that convinced me to call DHS. I am married to a man who is abusive in any and every way possible. But you know who my rock is? Through all of it? Do you know who gives me the strength to be me and to know that I'm loved regardless (And trust me, there were times, married to him, that I thought I wasn't even lovable.)? Yep. My mom. She was always there. They day before I left my ex, I pulled her out of work (With her boss's permission, he was an awesome boss), and we went to eat lunch. I told her just a little bit, of what was going on in my life. She put her hand on mine and said "Honey, you do what you've got to do."
That was an eternal turning point in my life. I'll never forget it. It was my mommy, my rock, my only constant in my life, even when I couldn't see it, telling me it was okay and that she supported me no matter what I did. Those were very dark days for us. We still talk about it sometimes, but never to accuse each other, just to get it out, because I know she needs to get it out as much as I do, from her side of it.
Fast forward another few years. Here I am, married to the love of my life (Who my mom likes to call her boyfriend), have an amazing relationship with my dad, and my mom, even though living states away, and I, talk every day. My mom was always the one that all of my girlfriends came to for advice and to talk to, and mostly still do. It was brought to my attention not too long ago though, that if you were to look at my mom and I together now, from the outside, you'd never know what happened during my teenage years. You'd never know I'd broken her heart multiple times, and you'd never know that for a time there, we didn't talk, because I thought she never understood me, never knew where I was coming from, never knew me.
I was asked recently by one friend if my mom and I ever fought, then by another how my mom and I got along so well and told that she wished I had been her mom. Admittedly, that one both astounded me and made me sad that anyone would feel that way. I look around, and very few of my friends/acquaintances, have the relationship with their moms/daughters, as I have with my mom, and hope to with my daughter.
If you look at my mom and I now, you'd see a perfect friendship as well as mother/daughter relationship. And it makes me wonder sometimes how you define perfect. My mom and I are NOT perfect by any means. And I guess, as I've said before, the biggest thing is, she was ALWAYS, my mom first, my friend second. That is imperative for a good relationship between yourself and your child. You have to remember that you are his/her mom FIRST.
She still irritates the crap out of me, and I still irritate the crap out of her, and we still yell at each other. But no matter what happens between us, one thing never, NEVER changes. Her love for me, and my love for her. My mom never brings up the past unless we're just talking about it. She never talks about how I broke her heart or that time in my teens, unless we're just talking. I bring it up most times, but she will very rarely. But never to blame me, never to throw it in my face what I did, but to just talk it through. It's something that's still raw, after all of this time. Something I still hold in my heart. And at the end of each conversation, we always know, that no matter what happened, she's still my mommy, and I'm still her daughter. Period.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Today's thought...Thanksgiving and ... a series?
To those of you who know me, and to those that don't, I'm a writer. I have two published works in paperback, one in Kindle and another on the way. My two books in paperback go together but they're not a series. Well I'm working on one right now that I can just...if you've ever written you can understand...I can FEEL the series coming! And I'm really excited about it! I know where I want this character to go, and she keeps pulling me that way. She's young, and in college, and I can't WAIT to explore how she's going to develop in this line of books to come. And I'm not even done with the first one! LoL! My brain is going to have to start and not stop for a little while here. :)
On another note, my family is down/up for Thanksgiving. My parents arrived on Tuesday, my aunt on Wednesday and with the ole man's family, we had fifteen people here yesterday! It was awesome! I love big Thanksgivings. Growing up where I did and with my family, it was a huge event. With all of the family and all of my cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents, we easily had fifteen people every year, around this HUGE table in someones living room for the adults, and a small table next to that, for the kids.
In a way, it's strange, being the one to host the dinner and have all of the people around my table/in my living room. But it was so awesome having some of my family here. Who knows, maybe next year, we'll have ALL of my family down for the holiday. And considering there are marriages and kids with a couple of cousins, I can't imagine how we'd fit. But I know we would. And it would be awesome! I hope one day I can do that at my little half way point in the world.
I miss my family fierce a lot of the times and my husbands family is great, don't get me wrong, but they're not my family. I didn't grow up with them, spend every Sunday with them, go to church with them...eat donuts with them. All of those things that I grew up with, that I miss some days worse than I can imagine. I try to do some of that now with my in-laws and they're really great about it. I want my daughter to have those memories. To have those moments where she can look back and remember going to Great Grandma and Grandpa's after church on Sunday and getting a Coca-Cola in a glass bottle with some Cheese Puffs. Being dragged to massive Christmas parties, and getting together with her cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents on those special occasions such as birthdays and summer picnics. Being picked up mid summer to go spend the day at the beach.
Those are the moments I miss. I think I'm going to just win the lottery and move everyone here with me. Yep. That's what I'll do. The whole lot of them. We'll all move to the southern half of the United States and we can have those old times like we used to. :)
Anyway, this was just a random thoughts post that turned into a walk down memory lane. LMAO! Ah, these are the times! Anyway peoples, holla! Peace out!
To those of you who know me, and to those that don't, I'm a writer. I have two published works in paperback, one in Kindle and another on the way. My two books in paperback go together but they're not a series. Well I'm working on one right now that I can just...if you've ever written you can understand...I can FEEL the series coming! And I'm really excited about it! I know where I want this character to go, and she keeps pulling me that way. She's young, and in college, and I can't WAIT to explore how she's going to develop in this line of books to come. And I'm not even done with the first one! LoL! My brain is going to have to start and not stop for a little while here. :)
On another note, my family is down/up for Thanksgiving. My parents arrived on Tuesday, my aunt on Wednesday and with the ole man's family, we had fifteen people here yesterday! It was awesome! I love big Thanksgivings. Growing up where I did and with my family, it was a huge event. With all of the family and all of my cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents, we easily had fifteen people every year, around this HUGE table in someones living room for the adults, and a small table next to that, for the kids.
In a way, it's strange, being the one to host the dinner and have all of the people around my table/in my living room. But it was so awesome having some of my family here. Who knows, maybe next year, we'll have ALL of my family down for the holiday. And considering there are marriages and kids with a couple of cousins, I can't imagine how we'd fit. But I know we would. And it would be awesome! I hope one day I can do that at my little half way point in the world.
I miss my family fierce a lot of the times and my husbands family is great, don't get me wrong, but they're not my family. I didn't grow up with them, spend every Sunday with them, go to church with them...eat donuts with them. All of those things that I grew up with, that I miss some days worse than I can imagine. I try to do some of that now with my in-laws and they're really great about it. I want my daughter to have those memories. To have those moments where she can look back and remember going to Great Grandma and Grandpa's after church on Sunday and getting a Coca-Cola in a glass bottle with some Cheese Puffs. Being dragged to massive Christmas parties, and getting together with her cousins/aunts/uncles/grandparents on those special occasions such as birthdays and summer picnics. Being picked up mid summer to go spend the day at the beach.
Those are the moments I miss. I think I'm going to just win the lottery and move everyone here with me. Yep. That's what I'll do. The whole lot of them. We'll all move to the southern half of the United States and we can have those old times like we used to. :)
Anyway, this was just a random thoughts post that turned into a walk down memory lane. LMAO! Ah, these are the times! Anyway peoples, holla! Peace out!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Todays thought...Shout out to the cuz!!!
Okay so this is gonna be one of those funny story moments. Not long, enough to make you laugh and think, damn, that's pretty cool! So you all know the cuz and I autocross. We race a Miata, we've talked about doing a rally cross soon and of course Targa Newfoundland is the ultimate dream.
Moving on, our last race of the season was Octoberfest. It's a two day event. Well we get there like way early Sunday morning (like we always do, to get the best spot) and we start unloading the car and getting it ready to pass tech when one of the guys comes out and starts talking to one of the heads of the league. And you know me, I don't mention names so I will go by nicknames. Now we know Solo from the many times at the track and we're both on a first name basis with him though sometimes I'm sure he doesn't remember our names. No big.
Anyway his buddy comes out from behind one of the cars and is like "Hey Solo!" Solo turns around. "Hey Ralph!" - "What are you doing here today?" - "I'm not here! I'm a figment of your imagination!" To which the cuz and I reply IN UNISON "You've got a pretty damn vivid imagination!" and of course the whole parking lot got quiet, then everyone laughed. It was awesome! To which of course Frog goes "Get outta my head! Geez lady!" LMAO! I laughed about it for days!
That's about all. Nothing major to report as of late. Family is coming in for Turkey day, oh but on that note, saw a Facebook post recently that just tickled the snot out of me. Figured I'd share. "Shot my first turkey today. Scared the crap out of all the people in the frozen food section. Happy Thanksgiving!" On that note, I'm outty homies! Peace Out!
Okay so this is gonna be one of those funny story moments. Not long, enough to make you laugh and think, damn, that's pretty cool! So you all know the cuz and I autocross. We race a Miata, we've talked about doing a rally cross soon and of course Targa Newfoundland is the ultimate dream.
Moving on, our last race of the season was Octoberfest. It's a two day event. Well we get there like way early Sunday morning (like we always do, to get the best spot) and we start unloading the car and getting it ready to pass tech when one of the guys comes out and starts talking to one of the heads of the league. And you know me, I don't mention names so I will go by nicknames. Now we know Solo from the many times at the track and we're both on a first name basis with him though sometimes I'm sure he doesn't remember our names. No big.
Anyway his buddy comes out from behind one of the cars and is like "Hey Solo!" Solo turns around. "Hey Ralph!" - "What are you doing here today?" - "I'm not here! I'm a figment of your imagination!" To which the cuz and I reply IN UNISON "You've got a pretty damn vivid imagination!" and of course the whole parking lot got quiet, then everyone laughed. It was awesome! To which of course Frog goes "Get outta my head! Geez lady!" LMAO! I laughed about it for days!
That's about all. Nothing major to report as of late. Family is coming in for Turkey day, oh but on that note, saw a Facebook post recently that just tickled the snot out of me. Figured I'd share. "Shot my first turkey today. Scared the crap out of all the people in the frozen food section. Happy Thanksgiving!" On that note, I'm outty homies! Peace Out!
Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Todays thought...One of those moments where I'm going to just let it out.
Ignorance irritates me. So much so that this is one of those times that I'm going to rant and just get what irks me off my chest. I am a die hard Conservative. I had a friend who is not. She voted the Democratic route. In this election, you can see where this could be a problem. The first thing I noted was that upon posting that I didn't think it was right the Panthers were standing guard outside of a Philadelphia polling place, I was called and flat out called a racist.
Now for those of you reading this that don't know me, which apparently she didn't though I thought we were friends, my great grandfather on my moms side, was a black Spaniard. My great grandmother on my dads side, one was either an Erie tribe member or a Seneca tribe member, and the other one was french creole. And I mean she was DARK french creole. I love my family and am damn proud of my heritage. I have never looked at color of a persons skin. Ever. So where, do you get off, calling me a racist? I have a serious problem with this! So then last night, we get into a heated argument about the president elect.
Again, I don't like him at all. I don't like the way he runs things and I can't stand that this whole damn country thinks that this race was all about race. Let me tell you something. I don't like what he's done with our economy, I don't like what he's done about our job market, and I don't like what he's done about defending our country. I'm sorry, you cannot make peace with someone who has nothing to lose. It's stupid to even try. I'm worried about where this country is going to be in the next four years and guess what, it has nothing to do with the color of the mans skin. It does have everything to do with the fact that if the spending keeps on like it has, we are going to go down in a burning ball of fire just like Rome did centuries ago because that is EXACTLY what started their downfall. You think times are hard now, this is just the beginning. In ten years we're going to look back wondering just how in the hell we thought that this was bad.
His administration has lied to us about attacks and I'm worried about how my family is going to survive now, and how my daughter will survive when she gets older. So getting back to this, once again it comes down to race. Now, I'm a racist because I don't like him. Because I don't respect him. Oh let me tell you, I may not have to like the man to respect him. I'm not going to walk up to him and spit on his shoes or something and if I met the man face to face, he looks like a pretty decent person, even if he is running our country to the ground in my opinion. But that being said, I don't have to like it and I DAMN sure don't have to keep my mouth shut about it.
So then, I wake up this morning, to a Dear John letter in my Facebook from my "Friend." Yep, that's right. Instead of calling me like she did to call me a racist, she sent me a Dear John, we can't be friends anymore, letter. Apparently I've crossed too many lines with things I've said. Really? We wont even get into the times I thought you crossed lines and didn't say anything. And do you know why I didn't say anything? Because my friendship to you was stronger than that. It meant more than just the way you felt on one subject or aspect of your life. But nope. You refuse to see that so you just deleted me and sent me a Dear John letter. Because I'm racist. Well you know what I say to that? GET BENT! All you're doing is projecting your feelings onto me and that's bull crap! ANYONE that I know and that knows me knows you couldn't be further from the truth, so you do what you've got to do. I'm moving on. Lesson learned. You really can't be yourself around everyone, even when you think they're your friends.
That's the end of my rant. The more I've thought about it the madder I've gotten and I felt it needed to be put out there regardless. I've cleaned up my language quite a bit from what I actually felt, but the purpose of this is just to put out there, you'd better know who you're talking to and what you're talking about before you just throw something out there. And there is a reason I'm doing it here and not on Facebook. No one knows who I am, where I'm from or who my "friend" is. So I can essentially be as candid as I want, with out worrying about offending anyone. But honestly, if this offends you, sorry for your luck, don't read my blog any more. It offends me that you think I would be a racist or any facsimile there of. Like my mama always said, with friends like that, you sure as hell don't need enemies. Delete my number, lose my email and happy trails. I really do wish you the best of luck but you just shot yourself in the foot if you think we will ever be friends again.
Ignorance irritates me. So much so that this is one of those times that I'm going to rant and just get what irks me off my chest. I am a die hard Conservative. I had a friend who is not. She voted the Democratic route. In this election, you can see where this could be a problem. The first thing I noted was that upon posting that I didn't think it was right the Panthers were standing guard outside of a Philadelphia polling place, I was called and flat out called a racist.
Now for those of you reading this that don't know me, which apparently she didn't though I thought we were friends, my great grandfather on my moms side, was a black Spaniard. My great grandmother on my dads side, one was either an Erie tribe member or a Seneca tribe member, and the other one was french creole. And I mean she was DARK french creole. I love my family and am damn proud of my heritage. I have never looked at color of a persons skin. Ever. So where, do you get off, calling me a racist? I have a serious problem with this! So then last night, we get into a heated argument about the president elect.
Again, I don't like him at all. I don't like the way he runs things and I can't stand that this whole damn country thinks that this race was all about race. Let me tell you something. I don't like what he's done with our economy, I don't like what he's done about our job market, and I don't like what he's done about defending our country. I'm sorry, you cannot make peace with someone who has nothing to lose. It's stupid to even try. I'm worried about where this country is going to be in the next four years and guess what, it has nothing to do with the color of the mans skin. It does have everything to do with the fact that if the spending keeps on like it has, we are going to go down in a burning ball of fire just like Rome did centuries ago because that is EXACTLY what started their downfall. You think times are hard now, this is just the beginning. In ten years we're going to look back wondering just how in the hell we thought that this was bad.
His administration has lied to us about attacks and I'm worried about how my family is going to survive now, and how my daughter will survive when she gets older. So getting back to this, once again it comes down to race. Now, I'm a racist because I don't like him. Because I don't respect him. Oh let me tell you, I may not have to like the man to respect him. I'm not going to walk up to him and spit on his shoes or something and if I met the man face to face, he looks like a pretty decent person, even if he is running our country to the ground in my opinion. But that being said, I don't have to like it and I DAMN sure don't have to keep my mouth shut about it.
So then, I wake up this morning, to a Dear John letter in my Facebook from my "Friend." Yep, that's right. Instead of calling me like she did to call me a racist, she sent me a Dear John, we can't be friends anymore, letter. Apparently I've crossed too many lines with things I've said. Really? We wont even get into the times I thought you crossed lines and didn't say anything. And do you know why I didn't say anything? Because my friendship to you was stronger than that. It meant more than just the way you felt on one subject or aspect of your life. But nope. You refuse to see that so you just deleted me and sent me a Dear John letter. Because I'm racist. Well you know what I say to that? GET BENT! All you're doing is projecting your feelings onto me and that's bull crap! ANYONE that I know and that knows me knows you couldn't be further from the truth, so you do what you've got to do. I'm moving on. Lesson learned. You really can't be yourself around everyone, even when you think they're your friends.
That's the end of my rant. The more I've thought about it the madder I've gotten and I felt it needed to be put out there regardless. I've cleaned up my language quite a bit from what I actually felt, but the purpose of this is just to put out there, you'd better know who you're talking to and what you're talking about before you just throw something out there. And there is a reason I'm doing it here and not on Facebook. No one knows who I am, where I'm from or who my "friend" is. So I can essentially be as candid as I want, with out worrying about offending anyone. But honestly, if this offends you, sorry for your luck, don't read my blog any more. It offends me that you think I would be a racist or any facsimile there of. Like my mama always said, with friends like that, you sure as hell don't need enemies. Delete my number, lose my email and happy trails. I really do wish you the best of luck but you just shot yourself in the foot if you think we will ever be friends again.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Today's thought...Reality TV
Okay now this is going to kind of be a long blog so grab a cold beer and some chips. :) I am not one for watching reality tv. My friends call me all upset because I don't watch Survivor or Big Brother. I just don't. The problem I have with reality tv is that it's all fake. Most of the time you turn it on and you know just by watching the people that if they weren't on camera, they'd act completely different. You watch it and know that you will never see their true colors unless you read about it in US Weakly or see it on E Hollywood True Story.
This, is not that show. I've seen just about every episode (Thank you DVR), and I've seen how the people interact with each other and there are a few people. What is this show you ask, that I have deemed watchable for reality tv? Married to Jonas. That's right. I'm a huge Disney kid, grew up watching the Jonas Brother's and was sad when it went off the air. But alas, here it is again. Truth be told, that's the only reason I watched it the first time. Then, watching it, I started liking the whole concept of it, and I think it was more the interaction between Kevin and his wife Dani, and her family, than anything else.
You can tell by the way he looks at her when they talk, the way they treat each other when they get into an argument, even the way she is insecure in her surroundings sometimes when it comes to all of the publicity and what not. They are so cute together and I'm so glad they are allowing their lives to be put on air for essentially, our entertainment.
What I like the most, is the fact that no one on the show tries to be perfect, which definitely comes across rather well. Dani is this simple girl who as they say hit the jackpot. Can I just say I really hate every time I hear that? Why does it have to be a small town girl that got lucky and was noticed by Kevin Jonas? Maybe it's just the girl in me, but why can't it be the big name singer that got lucky enough to be noticed by Danielle Deleasa? Or, better yet, why can't it just be what it probably was? Two people, spotted each other across the beach, and the world stopped, and for a few moments in time, they were the only two people on the Earth? I mean, I don't know if it was across the beach, but you get the point. And when you see the two of them together, especially out in public, there is no one else in the world but the two of them. No one for her, and no one for him.
It's so funny watching it sometimes because as a woman, I can totally relate to how Dani feels about things. Like trying to impress the mother in law, and getting nervous when they come over for dinner. Let me tell ya, I've been married for ten years now and I still try to impress my mother in law sometimes. And I love that Kevin seems to get along really well with Dani's family, which is definitely a plus for any relationship. Coming from a marriage prior to the one now, where my husband and my family didn't get along at all, to this marriage to my wonderful husband who I would swear sometimes my family loves more than me. Truth be told, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
They're so young, but past their awkward kids not ready for a commitment stage, ya know? And they're dealing with real trials and they are prevailing wonderfully. I'm admittedly totally hooked on the show and can't wait to see it each Sunday. I will talk to my television at times and I wish I could just ... okay, sometimes I'd love to be able to just grab Dani gently and tell her "Honey, that man loves you more than life itself. You can see it every time he looks at you, you are perfect the way you are and in every way. Don't put so much pressure on yourself because nothing you do is ever going to change the way he looks at you. Take your time and enjoy each other. Don't stress yourself out about looking bad or anything. You are beautiful girl! Embrace it! I love how you haven't let anything change who you are and even more, that it doesn't look like it's going to any time soon."
To Kevin, I think I'd say "Hang on tight boy. You got a good one in this girl and she loves you more than life itself too. Keep doin your thing!" And to both of them..."You guys have a lot of trials to come, it comes with marriage! Never forget how much you love each other and when you look back on those trials you will see that the arguments are over small things, but when it really counts, you'll come together and wont even think twice about it. When kids come into the picture, which let me tell ya, my husband and I waited 8 years before we had our little girl and I'm glad we did, they will test your patience and will show you just how strong you are, but remember, as long as you're a unit, you will be stronger than you know."
I guess that's about all for now, I'm telling you, if you want to watch a good reality show, coming from someone who doesn't watch reality shows, watch this one. I am not the type to put anyone on a pedestal and least of all would I want to put that much pressure on someone, but these two are what a marriage should be. They're not perfect, no marriage is, but these two remind me of my husband and I when we were first married. It makes me smile remembering those times with him. I can't wait to see what happens and wish Kevin and Dani a long and happy marriage with many years to come. If ya'll ever break down in front of my house, I promise to feed ya good and if ya ever need an ear, I've got a great one. Can't wait each Sunday to see the show and good luck on all of your endeavours to come! Stand together and you can beat the world. My husband and I are proof of that.
Okay now this is going to kind of be a long blog so grab a cold beer and some chips. :) I am not one for watching reality tv. My friends call me all upset because I don't watch Survivor or Big Brother. I just don't. The problem I have with reality tv is that it's all fake. Most of the time you turn it on and you know just by watching the people that if they weren't on camera, they'd act completely different. You watch it and know that you will never see their true colors unless you read about it in US Weakly or see it on E Hollywood True Story.
This, is not that show. I've seen just about every episode (Thank you DVR), and I've seen how the people interact with each other and there are a few people. What is this show you ask, that I have deemed watchable for reality tv? Married to Jonas. That's right. I'm a huge Disney kid, grew up watching the Jonas Brother's and was sad when it went off the air. But alas, here it is again. Truth be told, that's the only reason I watched it the first time. Then, watching it, I started liking the whole concept of it, and I think it was more the interaction between Kevin and his wife Dani, and her family, than anything else.
You can tell by the way he looks at her when they talk, the way they treat each other when they get into an argument, even the way she is insecure in her surroundings sometimes when it comes to all of the publicity and what not. They are so cute together and I'm so glad they are allowing their lives to be put on air for essentially, our entertainment.
What I like the most, is the fact that no one on the show tries to be perfect, which definitely comes across rather well. Dani is this simple girl who as they say hit the jackpot. Can I just say I really hate every time I hear that? Why does it have to be a small town girl that got lucky and was noticed by Kevin Jonas? Maybe it's just the girl in me, but why can't it be the big name singer that got lucky enough to be noticed by Danielle Deleasa? Or, better yet, why can't it just be what it probably was? Two people, spotted each other across the beach, and the world stopped, and for a few moments in time, they were the only two people on the Earth? I mean, I don't know if it was across the beach, but you get the point. And when you see the two of them together, especially out in public, there is no one else in the world but the two of them. No one for her, and no one for him.
It's so funny watching it sometimes because as a woman, I can totally relate to how Dani feels about things. Like trying to impress the mother in law, and getting nervous when they come over for dinner. Let me tell ya, I've been married for ten years now and I still try to impress my mother in law sometimes. And I love that Kevin seems to get along really well with Dani's family, which is definitely a plus for any relationship. Coming from a marriage prior to the one now, where my husband and my family didn't get along at all, to this marriage to my wonderful husband who I would swear sometimes my family loves more than me. Truth be told, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
They're so young, but past their awkward kids not ready for a commitment stage, ya know? And they're dealing with real trials and they are prevailing wonderfully. I'm admittedly totally hooked on the show and can't wait to see it each Sunday. I will talk to my television at times and I wish I could just ... okay, sometimes I'd love to be able to just grab Dani gently and tell her "Honey, that man loves you more than life itself. You can see it every time he looks at you, you are perfect the way you are and in every way. Don't put so much pressure on yourself because nothing you do is ever going to change the way he looks at you. Take your time and enjoy each other. Don't stress yourself out about looking bad or anything. You are beautiful girl! Embrace it! I love how you haven't let anything change who you are and even more, that it doesn't look like it's going to any time soon."
To Kevin, I think I'd say "Hang on tight boy. You got a good one in this girl and she loves you more than life itself too. Keep doin your thing!" And to both of them..."You guys have a lot of trials to come, it comes with marriage! Never forget how much you love each other and when you look back on those trials you will see that the arguments are over small things, but when it really counts, you'll come together and wont even think twice about it. When kids come into the picture, which let me tell ya, my husband and I waited 8 years before we had our little girl and I'm glad we did, they will test your patience and will show you just how strong you are, but remember, as long as you're a unit, you will be stronger than you know."
I guess that's about all for now, I'm telling you, if you want to watch a good reality show, coming from someone who doesn't watch reality shows, watch this one. I am not the type to put anyone on a pedestal and least of all would I want to put that much pressure on someone, but these two are what a marriage should be. They're not perfect, no marriage is, but these two remind me of my husband and I when we were first married. It makes me smile remembering those times with him. I can't wait to see what happens and wish Kevin and Dani a long and happy marriage with many years to come. If ya'll ever break down in front of my house, I promise to feed ya good and if ya ever need an ear, I've got a great one. Can't wait each Sunday to see the show and good luck on all of your endeavours to come! Stand together and you can beat the world. My husband and I are proof of that.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Today's thought....Beer with Jesus
So my husband and I are on the way home today and this song comes on the radio called Beer with Jesus. And it's a man talking about if he could have some time just to talk to Jesus, what would he ask. So after the song, the DJ asked, if you were to have a beer with Jesus, who would catch the tab? And I know he didn't mean it in a bad way, and I didn't take it in a bad way, but without thinking, my answer, out loud to my husband, was "Well me, of course!"
So then, I keep thinking. And I mean...really? Here's how it'd be. "Nah Jesus. It's good man! After all you did for me? No, I got this one. It's all good!" Then it got me to thinking, what would I ask if I had a beer with Jesus? Okay first off, it'd most definitely be a glass of wine, I'm not a beer drinker. But what if I could have a glass of wine with Jesus? How would that conversation go? Would it be a simple matter of why and how? Or would it be more involved? What if I was only allowed one question, what would that question be?
Then I knew. "Why me?" Why was I so special that he died for me? And I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not narcissistic enough to think he only did this for me, and I realize there are and have been other people before me, and others after me, but God knew there would be me. He knew there would be this soul that believed in his son. And he asked that son to make that sacrifice for me and others like me, and he did it! The next thing I'd say, (not a question), is I'm sorry.
And you question this. Why would I apologize? Because sometimes it hurts me to think about what he went through, and the pain that he suffered, all in the name of salvation. He went through hours and hours of hell, and on his death bed as a human, he asks for forgiveness for all of those around him, as well as the non believers. Could you imagine doing that? What about what God went through? He had to allow that to happen to his son, so that we could stand here today and revel in his love. I can't imagine. And I know that when we finished that glass of wine, I would hug him and just cry for a bit before saying good-bye, that I love him, and beg for another chance to do it. I know things come in their own time, and I know that one day, in heaven, me and Jesus and God are gonna be laughing it up going "Remember that one time when..."
But until that time, it never hurts to wonder what if.
So my husband and I are on the way home today and this song comes on the radio called Beer with Jesus. And it's a man talking about if he could have some time just to talk to Jesus, what would he ask. So after the song, the DJ asked, if you were to have a beer with Jesus, who would catch the tab? And I know he didn't mean it in a bad way, and I didn't take it in a bad way, but without thinking, my answer, out loud to my husband, was "Well me, of course!"
So then, I keep thinking. And I mean...really? Here's how it'd be. "Nah Jesus. It's good man! After all you did for me? No, I got this one. It's all good!" Then it got me to thinking, what would I ask if I had a beer with Jesus? Okay first off, it'd most definitely be a glass of wine, I'm not a beer drinker. But what if I could have a glass of wine with Jesus? How would that conversation go? Would it be a simple matter of why and how? Or would it be more involved? What if I was only allowed one question, what would that question be?
Then I knew. "Why me?" Why was I so special that he died for me? And I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not narcissistic enough to think he only did this for me, and I realize there are and have been other people before me, and others after me, but God knew there would be me. He knew there would be this soul that believed in his son. And he asked that son to make that sacrifice for me and others like me, and he did it! The next thing I'd say, (not a question), is I'm sorry.
And you question this. Why would I apologize? Because sometimes it hurts me to think about what he went through, and the pain that he suffered, all in the name of salvation. He went through hours and hours of hell, and on his death bed as a human, he asks for forgiveness for all of those around him, as well as the non believers. Could you imagine doing that? What about what God went through? He had to allow that to happen to his son, so that we could stand here today and revel in his love. I can't imagine. And I know that when we finished that glass of wine, I would hug him and just cry for a bit before saying good-bye, that I love him, and beg for another chance to do it. I know things come in their own time, and I know that one day, in heaven, me and Jesus and God are gonna be laughing it up going "Remember that one time when..."
But until that time, it never hurts to wonder what if.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Todays thought...Getting over it.
How does one "get over" something. I'm so tired of being told to get over things. Get over my past. Get over my feelings. Get over the last fight I just had with someone...be it my daughter, my husband, my best friend, or my family.
I don't know HOW to "get over" things that I've got on my mind. No one knows what I've been through. Except maybe one person. There's one person I KNOW that I could talk to that would know exactly where I'm coming from. She would know exactly how I feel and why I feel the way I feel. And I know this because I've called her when I've had a problem and she has no joke dealt with something similar that day.
But it's hard for me to "get over" things. I have had things drilled into my head that people cannot possibly understand, nor can I explain. And those things keep me from "getting over it", there fore holding me back.
Does it really matter to people if I get over things? Or is it only me? I'm told to get over how I'm feeling, but dammit, those are my feelings! Are they wrong? My feelings I mean? Is it stupid that I tend to ... I guess ... dwell on things? At what point is too much too much and at what point do I yell at the top of my lungs "Screw you! These are MY feelings, NOT YOURS!" and to what point do you listen to the person specifically because of who they are?
And it sucks because you know that they mean well when they tell you that, but it sucks because most of them don't know. They don't understand first hand, what it's like. And to them, dwelling is just putting on undo stress. And yes. In all honesty, it sure is. But damn if I can help it. Damn if I can stop myself from feeling like I did. Do people think I LIKE feeling this way? Do they think I do it just because I enjoy living like this? Do they think it's because I just do it to make people feel sorry for me?
Screw that! I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me! If you say something to me that makes me feel bad, I'm not going to tell you or anyone else. That's our business. Why would I spread it? I am who I am. I dwell because I do, not because I like it. And if you don't understand that, then good for you. I hope you never do.
How does one "get over" something. I'm so tired of being told to get over things. Get over my past. Get over my feelings. Get over the last fight I just had with someone...be it my daughter, my husband, my best friend, or my family.
I don't know HOW to "get over" things that I've got on my mind. No one knows what I've been through. Except maybe one person. There's one person I KNOW that I could talk to that would know exactly where I'm coming from. She would know exactly how I feel and why I feel the way I feel. And I know this because I've called her when I've had a problem and she has no joke dealt with something similar that day.
But it's hard for me to "get over" things. I have had things drilled into my head that people cannot possibly understand, nor can I explain. And those things keep me from "getting over it", there fore holding me back.
Does it really matter to people if I get over things? Or is it only me? I'm told to get over how I'm feeling, but dammit, those are my feelings! Are they wrong? My feelings I mean? Is it stupid that I tend to ... I guess ... dwell on things? At what point is too much too much and at what point do I yell at the top of my lungs "Screw you! These are MY feelings, NOT YOURS!" and to what point do you listen to the person specifically because of who they are?
And it sucks because you know that they mean well when they tell you that, but it sucks because most of them don't know. They don't understand first hand, what it's like. And to them, dwelling is just putting on undo stress. And yes. In all honesty, it sure is. But damn if I can help it. Damn if I can stop myself from feeling like I did. Do people think I LIKE feeling this way? Do they think I do it just because I enjoy living like this? Do they think it's because I just do it to make people feel sorry for me?
Screw that! I don't want anyone feeling sorry for me! If you say something to me that makes me feel bad, I'm not going to tell you or anyone else. That's our business. Why would I spread it? I am who I am. I dwell because I do, not because I like it. And if you don't understand that, then good for you. I hope you never do.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Today's thought...Homesick, and things that never change.
I don't know why I've been so homesick lately. And it's not like I don't love my husband and daughter, I definitely do. But sometimes, I miss my old peoples. And not old as in age, but old as in grew up with these people. I miss my family! My mom and dad for one. My Aunts, my Uncle, my cousins, and yes, even my brother whom I love dearly but never seems to find the time to call or see me unless it suits him.
I don't know why I've had such an issue lately, I've just really been missing my family. Frog will come down for the weekend, and then the next weekend, I'll be completely deflated that he's not coming down. And it's completely stupid that I'm like that. I mean, not completely stupid, but just...I hate when I have my blah moments. I texted my aunt tonight and told her she needed to come down for the weekend. I have Shirley Temple movies and plenty of wine on tap to satisfy the media of the weekend. Alas, she lives 700 miles away and she's even further away, camping this weekend. LoL! Oh well. Not this weekend. I don't know. I just...I'm homesick. I talk to my mommy every day. And I mean I talk to her EVERY DAY. There's nothing she doesn't know. And it's awesome that I can do that. But I hate that I can't just go over to her place any time I want to and give her a hug, let her play with her granddaughter, or torment her rat...I mean dog. LMAO! No it's cute. I love my moms dog. It's a papillon and all of 5 lb soaking wet. But regardless, it's home. No matter where they live. Which also happens to be 700 miles away.
On a side note, happier note, it's funny how some things never change. I found a friend of mine from High School that I hadn't seen in forever. I called her Einstein, she called me Plain Berry. All our own reasons why, but after not talking to her for years, I find her, and she remembers calling me that in school. I didn't have a lot of friends in high school and she was one that I'll never forget. That small fact makes me smile every time I come across those moments that make me remember. Anyway that's about it. Not a lot going on here. Just the same ole same ole and so on and so forth. Hoping my knee gets better soon where I slipped and twisted it. Ugh. Physical Therapy's a bitch!
Anyway...peace out homies! Lata!
I don't know why I've been so homesick lately. And it's not like I don't love my husband and daughter, I definitely do. But sometimes, I miss my old peoples. And not old as in age, but old as in grew up with these people. I miss my family! My mom and dad for one. My Aunts, my Uncle, my cousins, and yes, even my brother whom I love dearly but never seems to find the time to call or see me unless it suits him.
I don't know why I've had such an issue lately, I've just really been missing my family. Frog will come down for the weekend, and then the next weekend, I'll be completely deflated that he's not coming down. And it's completely stupid that I'm like that. I mean, not completely stupid, but just...I hate when I have my blah moments. I texted my aunt tonight and told her she needed to come down for the weekend. I have Shirley Temple movies and plenty of wine on tap to satisfy the media of the weekend. Alas, she lives 700 miles away and she's even further away, camping this weekend. LoL! Oh well. Not this weekend. I don't know. I just...I'm homesick. I talk to my mommy every day. And I mean I talk to her EVERY DAY. There's nothing she doesn't know. And it's awesome that I can do that. But I hate that I can't just go over to her place any time I want to and give her a hug, let her play with her granddaughter, or torment her rat...I mean dog. LMAO! No it's cute. I love my moms dog. It's a papillon and all of 5 lb soaking wet. But regardless, it's home. No matter where they live. Which also happens to be 700 miles away.
On a side note, happier note, it's funny how some things never change. I found a friend of mine from High School that I hadn't seen in forever. I called her Einstein, she called me Plain Berry. All our own reasons why, but after not talking to her for years, I find her, and she remembers calling me that in school. I didn't have a lot of friends in high school and she was one that I'll never forget. That small fact makes me smile every time I come across those moments that make me remember. Anyway that's about it. Not a lot going on here. Just the same ole same ole and so on and so forth. Hoping my knee gets better soon where I slipped and twisted it. Ugh. Physical Therapy's a bitch!
Anyway...peace out homies! Lata!
Friday, June 15, 2012
Today's thought...Can one be too sentimental?
Okay I'm extremely sentimental when it comes to things. And I get worried if I'm not too sentimental. Like...okay. The necklace I wear. My mom got me the cross. I've been through several chains because I manage to keep breaking my chains, but the cross, has been on me at all times, (except when I had to have surgery or an MRI or something) since I got it at Christmas in '98.
I have a ring, that I wear on my ring finger on my right hand. My mom got it for me. It's my "Divorce" ring. That's a long story in and of itself. But there's nothing I haven't thrown away that doesn't have some sort of attachment. I don't wear a necklace outside of the cross my mama got me, I don't wear a ring on my ring finger outside of the one my mama got me, and just different things like that.
Inside jokes are everything to me, and sentimental values are everything. Everyone has those things that they would take with them to a deserted island (That doesn't include family members). Mine are sentimental. None of them are status. My ring is dainty, my cross is small, my blankie is something that the normal person would look at and walk away from. I feel like my valuables are like the challis in the third Indiana Jones movie. They were all looking for the most exquisite looking cup to hold the blood of Christ, and in the end, it was the one that looked the most simple and oldest. That's me. It's the things that most people would just look past, that mean the most to me. The things that thought and heart went into. Yes, even down to the stone in my pocket that makes me think now of not only my grandmother who I miss dearly, but now, my neighbor, who has one of the biggest hearts in the world.
So can one bee TOO sentimental? Am I? I don't think so. I think it means I can appreciate what I have, and where real value lies. It's not in the cost of things that matters. Real value lies in the memories those things bring. Be it a ring, a simple cross, or even a stupid stone. It's all about appreciating what lies behind the object or person. If you can do that, you will never feel neither poor, nor alone. And that's just my thoughts on things. What do you think?
Okay I'm extremely sentimental when it comes to things. And I get worried if I'm not too sentimental. Like...okay. The necklace I wear. My mom got me the cross. I've been through several chains because I manage to keep breaking my chains, but the cross, has been on me at all times, (except when I had to have surgery or an MRI or something) since I got it at Christmas in '98.
I have a ring, that I wear on my ring finger on my right hand. My mom got it for me. It's my "Divorce" ring. That's a long story in and of itself. But there's nothing I haven't thrown away that doesn't have some sort of attachment. I don't wear a necklace outside of the cross my mama got me, I don't wear a ring on my ring finger outside of the one my mama got me, and just different things like that.
Inside jokes are everything to me, and sentimental values are everything. Everyone has those things that they would take with them to a deserted island (That doesn't include family members). Mine are sentimental. None of them are status. My ring is dainty, my cross is small, my blankie is something that the normal person would look at and walk away from. I feel like my valuables are like the challis in the third Indiana Jones movie. They were all looking for the most exquisite looking cup to hold the blood of Christ, and in the end, it was the one that looked the most simple and oldest. That's me. It's the things that most people would just look past, that mean the most to me. The things that thought and heart went into. Yes, even down to the stone in my pocket that makes me think now of not only my grandmother who I miss dearly, but now, my neighbor, who has one of the biggest hearts in the world.
So can one bee TOO sentimental? Am I? I don't think so. I think it means I can appreciate what I have, and where real value lies. It's not in the cost of things that matters. Real value lies in the memories those things bring. Be it a ring, a simple cross, or even a stupid stone. It's all about appreciating what lies behind the object or person. If you can do that, you will never feel neither poor, nor alone. And that's just my thoughts on things. What do you think?
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Today's thought...Unexpected Miracles.
First off, let me just tell you what a blessing I've found in my neighbor! She is awesome! And now, the back story. Last Friday, I went over to the neighbors for tea. We chatted and her eldest daughter brings in some rocks that she'd gotten from a little shop in a place called The Factory. And so I break into the story about my Apache's Tears and that they're handed down from generation to generation and when my gramma passed away, I got one of hers, and my mama took the other one, which had been passed down from her grandma. Well, I carried it in my pocket and well yeah, you know where this story is going. Went to the track one day and sometime between racing and working, I lost my precious stone, passed down.
I was devastated. It absolutely killed me to know that I had lost it, no matter how unintentional. And you can't find any. The only people that have them have had them either handed down to them from family, or given to them from a friend. You can't buy them and outside of going to Arizona, you can't just happen upon them. Believe me. I've been from Native American shop to Native American shop all over the Southeast and have turned up empty handed every time. So today my neighbor's like, "We're on our way to the Factory where the rock shop is, why don't you come along." And I'm not thinking much about it, but I say okay and her and her daughter comes and me and Squeak goes and we just make a day of it.
Well we drop by, stop in a couple little shops, one being a Native American shop that's got jewelry and little metal statues and such, oh my gosh, cool stuff and we make our way around to the little rock shop. So I'm talking to the lady at the rock shop and she's telling me that she didn't know anything about them, had never heard of them but there was a Native American lady down the hall that would know something if anyone did. So we run back down there.
The lady looks at me and says "Back to buy those earrings?" I laugh of course and tell her no, but then I jump into my story about the Apache's Tear and ask her if it's possible if she has any. She tells me a story. She says a year and a half ago, about, a woman comes in and tells her she's got this bunch of Apache's Tears that her great aunt had passed to down to her, which had been passed down to her by her great grandmother and she wanted her to make a necklace. When she made the necklace to the lady's specs, she tells her she has a few left. The lady proceeds to tell her to keep them and hang onto them.
She said she didn't know why, but she hung onto them. I asked her if she'd be willing to sell one to me and if she would to hang on to it because I didn't have any money until I got paid. She said no, she would give me one, because she could see how important it was to me. And she said that everything happens for a reason, and she feels that those Apache's Tears were left there, for me. So she tells me to pick one out. And I didn't want to pick up a huge one because that would be kind of rude, so I picked up a medium sized one and she hands me the biggest one and says "Take the big one. You should have the big one. Keep them both."
I was stunned. I had tears just ready to brim at any moment. I had no idea what this day would hold. Who new a simple shopping trip would turn into finding something I thought I'd never find again. It's moments like this, I know that God works in mysterious ways, and everything happens for a reason. So thank you God, thank you neighbor, thank you Artesian, and thank you lady that wanted the necklace. Guess it's true what they say. You never know what a small decision today, will do for someone tomorrow.
Link to the website that explains the legend of the Apache's Tear... http://www.worldssmallestmuseum.com/apachetearshdq.htm
First off, let me just tell you what a blessing I've found in my neighbor! She is awesome! And now, the back story. Last Friday, I went over to the neighbors for tea. We chatted and her eldest daughter brings in some rocks that she'd gotten from a little shop in a place called The Factory. And so I break into the story about my Apache's Tears and that they're handed down from generation to generation and when my gramma passed away, I got one of hers, and my mama took the other one, which had been passed down from her grandma. Well, I carried it in my pocket and well yeah, you know where this story is going. Went to the track one day and sometime between racing and working, I lost my precious stone, passed down.
I was devastated. It absolutely killed me to know that I had lost it, no matter how unintentional. And you can't find any. The only people that have them have had them either handed down to them from family, or given to them from a friend. You can't buy them and outside of going to Arizona, you can't just happen upon them. Believe me. I've been from Native American shop to Native American shop all over the Southeast and have turned up empty handed every time. So today my neighbor's like, "We're on our way to the Factory where the rock shop is, why don't you come along." And I'm not thinking much about it, but I say okay and her and her daughter comes and me and Squeak goes and we just make a day of it.
Well we drop by, stop in a couple little shops, one being a Native American shop that's got jewelry and little metal statues and such, oh my gosh, cool stuff and we make our way around to the little rock shop. So I'm talking to the lady at the rock shop and she's telling me that she didn't know anything about them, had never heard of them but there was a Native American lady down the hall that would know something if anyone did. So we run back down there.
The lady looks at me and says "Back to buy those earrings?" I laugh of course and tell her no, but then I jump into my story about the Apache's Tear and ask her if it's possible if she has any. She tells me a story. She says a year and a half ago, about, a woman comes in and tells her she's got this bunch of Apache's Tears that her great aunt had passed to down to her, which had been passed down to her by her great grandmother and she wanted her to make a necklace. When she made the necklace to the lady's specs, she tells her she has a few left. The lady proceeds to tell her to keep them and hang onto them.
She said she didn't know why, but she hung onto them. I asked her if she'd be willing to sell one to me and if she would to hang on to it because I didn't have any money until I got paid. She said no, she would give me one, because she could see how important it was to me. And she said that everything happens for a reason, and she feels that those Apache's Tears were left there, for me. So she tells me to pick one out. And I didn't want to pick up a huge one because that would be kind of rude, so I picked up a medium sized one and she hands me the biggest one and says "Take the big one. You should have the big one. Keep them both."
I was stunned. I had tears just ready to brim at any moment. I had no idea what this day would hold. Who new a simple shopping trip would turn into finding something I thought I'd never find again. It's moments like this, I know that God works in mysterious ways, and everything happens for a reason. So thank you God, thank you neighbor, thank you Artesian, and thank you lady that wanted the necklace. Guess it's true what they say. You never know what a small decision today, will do for someone tomorrow.
Link to the website that explains the legend of the Apache's Tear... http://www.worldssmallestmuseum.com/apachetearshdq.htm
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Todays thought...A miss my horses kind of day.
I was watching a DVD set my mom and dad got me for my birthday and it made me really miss my guys. And it's stupid things I miss. The dirty spot on my butt when I rode bareback, the smell of horse on my clothes, the dust on my face when I brushed them out, and just the oneness of riding. I know I'll eventually be at a place where I can have another horse some day, but today's one of those "I miss them now" days. And dare I admit, I even miss going out at the butt crack of dawn to feed in the freezing morning cold.
I miss their whiskers and my Walker used to be a very affectionate nuzzler. LoL! My Appaloosa, not so much. She used to like to do what I called the "Detroit Lean" when I would pick her hooves. Well, the front ones anyway. And I mean really? Have you ever had an eleven hundred pound animal lean on you? LoL! She was a funny girl. Taught me everything I knew about horses and was a great training tool. She used to snowball fight with me, and I remember one time being bareback and falling when she got spooked by a car and her stopping to make sure I was alright. Of course, I had to walk her back to the fence so I could get back on but...LoL! Then there was one time that she was saddled up and we were dead run toward the barn through the field and she stopped on a dime. Well I wasn't ready so I went end over tea kettle, over her head and flat on my back. There I am, in a mud puddle and she's standing over me snickering as if to say ha ha. Needless to say, the next time she tried to pull that, I was ready for her.
Then there was my Walker. He was the eternal protector. I could walk out into the field and there wasn't a snake or spider one that was gonna get close to me if he was around. He was a chestnut gelding and was just as sweet as they come. He loved to follow me around like a dog and sometimes, I would lay down in the middle of the field and he would stand out there beside me and guard me from whatever was out there. LoL! He was a good guard horse! Anyway, this was just a reminiscent thought process today and I thought I'd share. Until later folks!
I was watching a DVD set my mom and dad got me for my birthday and it made me really miss my guys. And it's stupid things I miss. The dirty spot on my butt when I rode bareback, the smell of horse on my clothes, the dust on my face when I brushed them out, and just the oneness of riding. I know I'll eventually be at a place where I can have another horse some day, but today's one of those "I miss them now" days. And dare I admit, I even miss going out at the butt crack of dawn to feed in the freezing morning cold.
I miss their whiskers and my Walker used to be a very affectionate nuzzler. LoL! My Appaloosa, not so much. She used to like to do what I called the "Detroit Lean" when I would pick her hooves. Well, the front ones anyway. And I mean really? Have you ever had an eleven hundred pound animal lean on you? LoL! She was a funny girl. Taught me everything I knew about horses and was a great training tool. She used to snowball fight with me, and I remember one time being bareback and falling when she got spooked by a car and her stopping to make sure I was alright. Of course, I had to walk her back to the fence so I could get back on but...LoL! Then there was one time that she was saddled up and we were dead run toward the barn through the field and she stopped on a dime. Well I wasn't ready so I went end over tea kettle, over her head and flat on my back. There I am, in a mud puddle and she's standing over me snickering as if to say ha ha. Needless to say, the next time she tried to pull that, I was ready for her.
Then there was my Walker. He was the eternal protector. I could walk out into the field and there wasn't a snake or spider one that was gonna get close to me if he was around. He was a chestnut gelding and was just as sweet as they come. He loved to follow me around like a dog and sometimes, I would lay down in the middle of the field and he would stand out there beside me and guard me from whatever was out there. LoL! He was a good guard horse! Anyway, this was just a reminiscent thought process today and I thought I'd share. Until later folks!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Today's thought...birthdays.
Okay so yesterday was my b'day. And for my b'day I raced. Now most of you don't get racing to me. So I figured I would explain it in detail. Yesterday I autocrossed with my cousin. That was my b'day present and that was the best b'day present I could have had.
See y'all don't understand. Autocrossing with my cousin, is my release. It's my opportunity to get out of the house, away from the baby (whom I dearly love), away from the husband (who I also dearly love), and just break away and be me and the car. Me and the cuz. Me and the track. That is something that is precious to me. It takes something that I love, with someone I love (Family), and combines them in an opportunity for something I can't do very often. It's my release.
So my dad is talking to me yesterday. And he's like "Are you doing anything else for your birthday except racing?" And I say "Nope." but inside I'm like, "Are you kidding? Racing is the bomb diggety! I'm stoked shitless to be able to race today! This is freaking AWESOME!" but I understood where he was coming from.
B'days are funny and daddy's are even funnier. LoL! I love them both and wouldn't trade either for anything in the world. Family is everything to me. My cousin is more like a brother to me and I talk to him almost every day. He's as close to me as my mom or dad and just as loved. Autocrossing, right there with the rest of it. What can I say...I'm full of love! ;^)
At any rate, I love a lot, and I'm loved a lot and I'm going to bed! Holla later peoples! PEACE!
Okay so yesterday was my b'day. And for my b'day I raced. Now most of you don't get racing to me. So I figured I would explain it in detail. Yesterday I autocrossed with my cousin. That was my b'day present and that was the best b'day present I could have had.
See y'all don't understand. Autocrossing with my cousin, is my release. It's my opportunity to get out of the house, away from the baby (whom I dearly love), away from the husband (who I also dearly love), and just break away and be me and the car. Me and the cuz. Me and the track. That is something that is precious to me. It takes something that I love, with someone I love (Family), and combines them in an opportunity for something I can't do very often. It's my release.
So my dad is talking to me yesterday. And he's like "Are you doing anything else for your birthday except racing?" And I say "Nope." but inside I'm like, "Are you kidding? Racing is the bomb diggety! I'm stoked shitless to be able to race today! This is freaking AWESOME!" but I understood where he was coming from.
B'days are funny and daddy's are even funnier. LoL! I love them both and wouldn't trade either for anything in the world. Family is everything to me. My cousin is more like a brother to me and I talk to him almost every day. He's as close to me as my mom or dad and just as loved. Autocrossing, right there with the rest of it. What can I say...I'm full of love! ;^)
At any rate, I love a lot, and I'm loved a lot and I'm going to bed! Holla later peoples! PEACE!
Friday, April 20, 2012
Today's thought...Titanic in 3D!
Okay so ya'll know I'm like real close with my mommy. Well one of my favorite memories was going to see Titanic in the theaters with mom when it came out in '97, the first time. Now you have to understand, prior to this, mom used to make me watch old movies. And when it first started it was like "Come on mom! I don't wanna watch this stupid black and white movie!" - Of course now black and white movies are my favorite, from the old love stories, Shirley Temple movies, down to the fifties horror flicks. But one of the ones she made me watch was The Unsinkable Molly Brown. She told me this story about the movie and who she was and that piqued my interest. So when it came out with Leo and Kate, we were all about it.
Well, we watched it twice the theater. Bawled our eyeballs out each time of course. So of course when James Cameron came out and said they were putting it back and in 3D, and we had the opportunity to be in the same state, I told mom right away that I wanted to see it with her. It's only fitting. So before I left, we went, just me and her, and watched it in 3D. Let me tell you, it did nothing for the bawling! LMAO! It was so awesome. Those are the memories you keep with you forever. :) Maybe someday I'll write a blog about love notes and drawing messages. Until then...Holla folks!
Okay so ya'll know I'm like real close with my mommy. Well one of my favorite memories was going to see Titanic in the theaters with mom when it came out in '97, the first time. Now you have to understand, prior to this, mom used to make me watch old movies. And when it first started it was like "Come on mom! I don't wanna watch this stupid black and white movie!" - Of course now black and white movies are my favorite, from the old love stories, Shirley Temple movies, down to the fifties horror flicks. But one of the ones she made me watch was The Unsinkable Molly Brown. She told me this story about the movie and who she was and that piqued my interest. So when it came out with Leo and Kate, we were all about it.
Well, we watched it twice the theater. Bawled our eyeballs out each time of course. So of course when James Cameron came out and said they were putting it back and in 3D, and we had the opportunity to be in the same state, I told mom right away that I wanted to see it with her. It's only fitting. So before I left, we went, just me and her, and watched it in 3D. Let me tell you, it did nothing for the bawling! LMAO! It was so awesome. Those are the memories you keep with you forever. :) Maybe someday I'll write a blog about love notes and drawing messages. Until then...Holla folks!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Those of you who know me, know that I've been through some shit in my life. I have a very special friend of mine that I've talked about several times, who has the gift of writing as well. She writes poetry and tonight she wrote a poem that touched me deeply. I am (with her permission), going to paste it to my site. So here goes.
I Got Flowers Today (Dedicated to Battered Women)
I got flowers today!
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know that he is sorry and didn’t mean to say the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe that it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day;
Last night he threw me into a wall and then started choking me;
It seemed unreal, a nightmare, but you wake up from nightmares;
And I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over—but I know he is sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn’t hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn’t go to work today because I didn’t want anyone to know—but I know he’s sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me again, and it was worse than all of the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money?
I’m afraid of him, but I’m too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today….
Today was a special day—it was the day of my funeral;
Last night he killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women’s Shelter, but I didn’t ask for their help;
So I got flowers today—for the last time.
Author: Sapphire
I Got Flowers Today (Dedicated to Battered Women)
I got flowers today!
It wasn't my birthday or any other special day.
We had our first argument last night;
And he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt;
I know that he is sorry and didn’t mean to say the things he said;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today.
It wasn't our anniversary or any other special day.
Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me.
It seemed like a nightmare.
I couldn't believe that it was real.
I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over.
I know he must be sorry.
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
It wasn’t our anniversary or any other special day;
Last night he threw me into a wall and then started choking me;
It seemed unreal, a nightmare, but you wake up from nightmares;
And I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over—but I know he is sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Valentines Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me and threatened to kill me;
Make-up and long sleeves didn’t hide the cuts and bruises this time;
I couldn’t go to work today because I didn’t want anyone to know—but I know he’s sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today!
And it wasn’t Mother’s Day or any other special day;
Last night he beat me again, and it was worse than all of the other times;
If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids? What about money?
I’m afraid of him, but I’m too scared and dependent to leave him! But he must be sorry;
Because he sent me flowers today.
I got flowers today….
Today was a special day—it was the day of my funeral;
Last night he killed me;
If only I would have gathered the courage and strength to leave him;
I could have received help from the Women’s Shelter, but I didn’t ask for their help;
So I got flowers today—for the last time.
Author: Sapphire
Today's thought...Vacation is over. :^(
Just got home a couple days ago and I miss my mama fierce. It sucks living so far away from them! I hate it! And it's not where they live, Florida is an awesome place to visit and it would probably be an awesome place to live, but more importantly, my parents are there. 8^)
It was hard to leave this time around. My poor husband had to listen to me cry off and on for an hour after leaving and I'd already been crying all morning prior to our departure, but damn if I could help it. I think it was so hard this time because the last few years, with finances and such, we've seen each other less and less. It's hard with gas prices going up and bills and stuff and this time around we went damn close to a year of not seeing each other. Let me tell you, that sucked! Just saying.
We're getting back to normal here though I guess. Getting back into the groove of things, and it's kind of nice, but still very sad and frustrating. The baby had a ball while we were there and her daddy said it's not going to be another three years before we make it down again, so I'm definitely happy about that. Time will tell I guess. Until then though...Later!
Just got home a couple days ago and I miss my mama fierce. It sucks living so far away from them! I hate it! And it's not where they live, Florida is an awesome place to visit and it would probably be an awesome place to live, but more importantly, my parents are there. 8^)
It was hard to leave this time around. My poor husband had to listen to me cry off and on for an hour after leaving and I'd already been crying all morning prior to our departure, but damn if I could help it. I think it was so hard this time because the last few years, with finances and such, we've seen each other less and less. It's hard with gas prices going up and bills and stuff and this time around we went damn close to a year of not seeing each other. Let me tell you, that sucked! Just saying.
We're getting back to normal here though I guess. Getting back into the groove of things, and it's kind of nice, but still very sad and frustrating. The baby had a ball while we were there and her daddy said it's not going to be another three years before we make it down again, so I'm definitely happy about that. Time will tell I guess. Until then though...Later!
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Todays thought...random moments of hmmm.
Down in Florida for a much MUCH needed vacation at the parents. I miss my parents so bad and am so grateful for this opportunity to spend time with them. Little girl has had a massively learning vacation and it's been so nice to kick back and relax. I'm not going to want to go home when the time finally comes! LoL!
Also, recently I had a friend text me after something I'd stuck up for her for and said thanks. It made me think about what friendship means to me and having someone's back means. So I'm just gonna put it out there what it means to me. It means that if you are my friend, I will ALWAYS have your back, no matter who or what comes up against you, I am there with you fighting. It means that I don't care what decisions you make about your life or if I agree with them or not, because as your friend, it's not my place to tell you you're wrong. It's my place to love you no matter what choices you make in your life. That's not to say that if I don't agree I won't put my two cents in, but once I've said my piece, it will be the last time I say anything. But as your friend, it's a job that I want to do, to be there for you always, agreeing or not. Now if you ask my opinion on something, I will tell you, and if you take my advice great, if you don't, that's okay too. But if I don't agree with you, and I know that you're going to fall, then it's my job to be there and help you pick up the pieces. I will never tell you I told you so, I will never tell you that's what you get. I will always, always tell you, it's okay, I love you, you will be alright, I will help you through.
On another note, admittedly, I have NOT been racing yet this year! Oh my goodness I need to race so bad! We just haven't had the opportunity to get to the track, and man am I feeling it! Whew! Now grant you, I realize I can't race while I'm in a different state, but still, the fact is, I'm only missing one. But man oh man, when the one, is the third one of the season...grrr. LoL! I need to feel the wind in my hair, the cones under the tires...um...I mean...;-)
Well, that's about all for now. I need to update my little girls blog and get going this beautiful Tuesday morning with the fog clearing and the sun peaking through in sunny Florida. Holla!!!
Down in Florida for a much MUCH needed vacation at the parents. I miss my parents so bad and am so grateful for this opportunity to spend time with them. Little girl has had a massively learning vacation and it's been so nice to kick back and relax. I'm not going to want to go home when the time finally comes! LoL!
Also, recently I had a friend text me after something I'd stuck up for her for and said thanks. It made me think about what friendship means to me and having someone's back means. So I'm just gonna put it out there what it means to me. It means that if you are my friend, I will ALWAYS have your back, no matter who or what comes up against you, I am there with you fighting. It means that I don't care what decisions you make about your life or if I agree with them or not, because as your friend, it's not my place to tell you you're wrong. It's my place to love you no matter what choices you make in your life. That's not to say that if I don't agree I won't put my two cents in, but once I've said my piece, it will be the last time I say anything. But as your friend, it's a job that I want to do, to be there for you always, agreeing or not. Now if you ask my opinion on something, I will tell you, and if you take my advice great, if you don't, that's okay too. But if I don't agree with you, and I know that you're going to fall, then it's my job to be there and help you pick up the pieces. I will never tell you I told you so, I will never tell you that's what you get. I will always, always tell you, it's okay, I love you, you will be alright, I will help you through.
On another note, admittedly, I have NOT been racing yet this year! Oh my goodness I need to race so bad! We just haven't had the opportunity to get to the track, and man am I feeling it! Whew! Now grant you, I realize I can't race while I'm in a different state, but still, the fact is, I'm only missing one. But man oh man, when the one, is the third one of the season...grrr. LoL! I need to feel the wind in my hair, the cones under the tires...um...I mean...;-)
Well, that's about all for now. I need to update my little girls blog and get going this beautiful Tuesday morning with the fog clearing and the sun peaking through in sunny Florida. Holla!!!
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Todays thought...just a few things. Nothing important.
Those of you who know me know that I'm extraordinarily close with most of my family, and that my cousin Frog is more of a brother to me than my own brother. Well that being said, I haven't seen him in forever, but we still talk almost at least once a day. And it's funny, I watch shows now that I wouldn't usually watch, because of him. LoL! Like Project Runway? Yeah, was never on my watch list, until he told me about it. Now, we watch it and talk about it and I almost can't wait til Thursday rolls around so we can chat about it.
Okay so you have all read my story about when my cousin came out, to me. Can I just say how awesome it is to be able to talk guys and girlie stuffs with my cousin? I mean, he's just like me, only a guy. We mesh really well together. He's more girl than guy, and I'm more guy than girl. If that doesn't sound just totally stupid! LoL! He enjoys working on cars and racing, and he enjoys Project Runway. I enjoy working on cars and I enjoy Project Runway. It's just awesome!
On other ends of the life scale, my husband and I are about to be married for 10 years. I can't wait to give him his anniversary present. The ten year gift is a diamond and I'm way too excited for him to see what I got him. I'd blurt it right out but if he reads this post before our anniversary, I don't want him to know exactly WHAT the diamond is in. :) I can't believe we've been together for ten years! It seems impossible.
There are times when I just want to wring his bloody neck! But then there are times (more often than the previous mentioned), that I just can't wait for him to wrap his arms around me and hold me tight. He's so sweet sometimes, and I am NOT the easiest person to live with. LoL! But he's always saying what a good job I've done for even the smallest thing, and it goes a long way to know that I'm appreciated. I love you Pooh Bear! You're amazing and I can't wait to spend the next ten years married to you!
Those of you who know me know that I'm extraordinarily close with most of my family, and that my cousin Frog is more of a brother to me than my own brother. Well that being said, I haven't seen him in forever, but we still talk almost at least once a day. And it's funny, I watch shows now that I wouldn't usually watch, because of him. LoL! Like Project Runway? Yeah, was never on my watch list, until he told me about it. Now, we watch it and talk about it and I almost can't wait til Thursday rolls around so we can chat about it.
Okay so you have all read my story about when my cousin came out, to me. Can I just say how awesome it is to be able to talk guys and girlie stuffs with my cousin? I mean, he's just like me, only a guy. We mesh really well together. He's more girl than guy, and I'm more guy than girl. If that doesn't sound just totally stupid! LoL! He enjoys working on cars and racing, and he enjoys Project Runway. I enjoy working on cars and I enjoy Project Runway. It's just awesome!
On other ends of the life scale, my husband and I are about to be married for 10 years. I can't wait to give him his anniversary present. The ten year gift is a diamond and I'm way too excited for him to see what I got him. I'd blurt it right out but if he reads this post before our anniversary, I don't want him to know exactly WHAT the diamond is in. :) I can't believe we've been together for ten years! It seems impossible.
There are times when I just want to wring his bloody neck! But then there are times (more often than the previous mentioned), that I just can't wait for him to wrap his arms around me and hold me tight. He's so sweet sometimes, and I am NOT the easiest person to live with. LoL! But he's always saying what a good job I've done for even the smallest thing, and it goes a long way to know that I'm appreciated. I love you Pooh Bear! You're amazing and I can't wait to spend the next ten years married to you!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Today's thought...Violence in our schools.
So, I saw something on Facebook today that I decided to put my two cents on. There's a picture going around that I had to share on my own "Timeline" today. Especially in light of the newest school shooting in Ohio. And it brings more truth than most people want to admit to. It says *~ Dear God, Why do you allow so much violence in our schools? Signed, A Concerned Student. ~ Dear Concerned Student, I'm not allowed in schools. God ~*
People, we have got to put God back in our schools. Screw what might offend people. If we start acquiescing to everyone around us, then we're going to lose everything that we are. Actually, that's all I had to say today. I just wanted to share that picture because I believe it speaks for itself.
So, I saw something on Facebook today that I decided to put my two cents on. There's a picture going around that I had to share on my own "Timeline" today. Especially in light of the newest school shooting in Ohio. And it brings more truth than most people want to admit to. It says *~ Dear God, Why do you allow so much violence in our schools? Signed, A Concerned Student. ~ Dear Concerned Student, I'm not allowed in schools. God ~*
People, we have got to put God back in our schools. Screw what might offend people. If we start acquiescing to everyone around us, then we're going to lose everything that we are. Actually, that's all I had to say today. I just wanted to share that picture because I believe it speaks for itself.
Monday, February 06, 2012
Today's thought...What Love Knows.
Love is a funny thing. It's not prejudice or stereotypical. It doesn't care what you look like or if you think your hair is a mess. It doesn't care if you have tattoos or a piercing. It doesn't care if your hair is red, brown, blond, purple, green or even blue. It doesn't know what color you are, or what ethnicity you come from. It doesn't care if you're gay or straight, if you're a straight A student, or a high school drop out. It doesn't care if you can type on a keyboard, or if you've never used one before in your life. It doesn't care what you wear, who it's made by, or what label you have on anything.
Love is unconditional. It knows no bounds and will cross any river, street, continent or plane of existence. Love sees past all of your insecurities, all of your inconsistencies, and all of your flaws. Love is simply that. Love. It is amazing, and blind, and it will disappoint you and hurt your feelings, but in the end, it's all we've got to keep us going.
Love is a funny thing. It's not prejudice or stereotypical. It doesn't care what you look like or if you think your hair is a mess. It doesn't care if you have tattoos or a piercing. It doesn't care if your hair is red, brown, blond, purple, green or even blue. It doesn't know what color you are, or what ethnicity you come from. It doesn't care if you're gay or straight, if you're a straight A student, or a high school drop out. It doesn't care if you can type on a keyboard, or if you've never used one before in your life. It doesn't care what you wear, who it's made by, or what label you have on anything.
Love is unconditional. It knows no bounds and will cross any river, street, continent or plane of existence. Love sees past all of your insecurities, all of your inconsistencies, and all of your flaws. Love is simply that. Love. It is amazing, and blind, and it will disappoint you and hurt your feelings, but in the end, it's all we've got to keep us going.
Friday, February 03, 2012
Today's thought...random thoughts.
Stupid commercials. Lets see, Trident Layer's commercials (All of them), Jackson Hewitt commercials (All of them), Direct Auto Insurance commercials (All of them). Funny commercials, any of the Farmers commercials, most of the Geico commercials, and the Progressive Flo commercials are off the chain. Most creative commercial, and dang if I can figure out who it's for, but it starts out with something swimming through the water, then goes to seeing foot prints in the mud then keeps going and you can hear a horse galloping, then it pans back and you can see a car driving, and I can't remember if it's like a commercial for tires or a car, but it's a great commercial.
And of course, we all know what Sunday is. Super Bowl Sunday! Now personally I could really care less about the Patriots or the Giant's and quite honestly I just had to go to the Super Bowl website to make sure I had the right teams listed in here, but I LOVE the commercials! Coincidentally, Super Bowl Sunday this year also happens to fall on the birthday of my brother, my cousin, and one of my closest friends! February is huge in lines of birthdays anyway, my brother in law's is Valentines Day, and another one of my closest friend's birthday is the same day that both China invaded Vietnam in 1979, and in 1925, New York Times magazine had its first publication. Yes, I know, leave it to me to throw random accounts of history.
So, completely random here, (hence the title of today's blog), I want to go horseback riding so bad for some reason. I mean it's like crazy how bad I've been wanting to do that. Either that or race. I am SO READY for racing season this year! I'm totally bummed that they've closed down our normal track area, but who knows, time will tell if it'll be better or not. My co-driver/cousin seems to think it's going to do us good to race somewhere else, and maybe it will, but I don't do change very well. It just doesn't mesh well with my Zen. LMAO!
Anyway, I guess that's about it. Nothing major to report, just this, that and a little more. ;) And here lately I've been totally digging a song called Airplanes by B.o.B. featuring Haley from Paramore. I really like that song! Just a shout out there. See how I did that? So until the next blog...holla!!!
Stupid commercials. Lets see, Trident Layer's commercials (All of them), Jackson Hewitt commercials (All of them), Direct Auto Insurance commercials (All of them). Funny commercials, any of the Farmers commercials, most of the Geico commercials, and the Progressive Flo commercials are off the chain. Most creative commercial, and dang if I can figure out who it's for, but it starts out with something swimming through the water, then goes to seeing foot prints in the mud then keeps going and you can hear a horse galloping, then it pans back and you can see a car driving, and I can't remember if it's like a commercial for tires or a car, but it's a great commercial.
And of course, we all know what Sunday is. Super Bowl Sunday! Now personally I could really care less about the Patriots or the Giant's and quite honestly I just had to go to the Super Bowl website to make sure I had the right teams listed in here, but I LOVE the commercials! Coincidentally, Super Bowl Sunday this year also happens to fall on the birthday of my brother, my cousin, and one of my closest friends! February is huge in lines of birthdays anyway, my brother in law's is Valentines Day, and another one of my closest friend's birthday is the same day that both China invaded Vietnam in 1979, and in 1925, New York Times magazine had its first publication. Yes, I know, leave it to me to throw random accounts of history.
So, completely random here, (hence the title of today's blog), I want to go horseback riding so bad for some reason. I mean it's like crazy how bad I've been wanting to do that. Either that or race. I am SO READY for racing season this year! I'm totally bummed that they've closed down our normal track area, but who knows, time will tell if it'll be better or not. My co-driver/cousin seems to think it's going to do us good to race somewhere else, and maybe it will, but I don't do change very well. It just doesn't mesh well with my Zen. LMAO!
Anyway, I guess that's about it. Nothing major to report, just this, that and a little more. ;) And here lately I've been totally digging a song called Airplanes by B.o.B. featuring Haley from Paramore. I really like that song! Just a shout out there. See how I did that? So until the next blog...holla!!!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Today's thought...Hello 2012!
Last year started out crappy and finished decent, but the in between sucked! Determined to make this year better, I did whatever I had to, to make sure there was no repeat! Including staying out of the hospital on Christmas Day, AND New Years Day. Thats right. For those of you who haven't been with me long, Christmas Day last year I went end over tea kettle into the laundry room door, tripping over my baby gate winding up with a mild concussion and stitches in my shin. Then New Year's Day I wound up in the hospital AGAIN, because my husband brought home a bug with which he picked up from work, wound up in the hospital on his birthday, I got sick with it New Years Eve, and New Years Day was in the hospital for severe dehydration.
This year however, Christmas Day went without a hitch, New Years Day was fabulous and productive, and you know, it's been an AWESOME YEAR so far. Grant you we're only 12 days into it, but hey, I can't complain! Though I do wish there was more sun shine here lately. Man the rain and clouds has been just plain awful! Other than that, 0 complaints! :)
It was funny, my cousin was in town and just as we were all about to toast, he said "Okay, there's 16 seconds left! Is there anything anyone wants to do or say before it's over?" and proudly holding my glass of bubbly in the air I shout out "I do! F*&^ YOU 2011!" Everyone laughed, we counted, the husband and I kissed, then he took the little en to bed, and my cousin and I finished the bubbly and played cards til 3 in the morning. I woke up New Years Day with no hang over, no head ache, no stomach ache, little girl was in a great mood and it was an AWESOME DAY!
So, Hello 2012 - So glad to see you! :)
Last year started out crappy and finished decent, but the in between sucked! Determined to make this year better, I did whatever I had to, to make sure there was no repeat! Including staying out of the hospital on Christmas Day, AND New Years Day. Thats right. For those of you who haven't been with me long, Christmas Day last year I went end over tea kettle into the laundry room door, tripping over my baby gate winding up with a mild concussion and stitches in my shin. Then New Year's Day I wound up in the hospital AGAIN, because my husband brought home a bug with which he picked up from work, wound up in the hospital on his birthday, I got sick with it New Years Eve, and New Years Day was in the hospital for severe dehydration.
This year however, Christmas Day went without a hitch, New Years Day was fabulous and productive, and you know, it's been an AWESOME YEAR so far. Grant you we're only 12 days into it, but hey, I can't complain! Though I do wish there was more sun shine here lately. Man the rain and clouds has been just plain awful! Other than that, 0 complaints! :)
It was funny, my cousin was in town and just as we were all about to toast, he said "Okay, there's 16 seconds left! Is there anything anyone wants to do or say before it's over?" and proudly holding my glass of bubbly in the air I shout out "I do! F*&^ YOU 2011!" Everyone laughed, we counted, the husband and I kissed, then he took the little en to bed, and my cousin and I finished the bubbly and played cards til 3 in the morning. I woke up New Years Day with no hang over, no head ache, no stomach ache, little girl was in a great mood and it was an AWESOME DAY!
So, Hello 2012 - So glad to see you! :)
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