Wow! It's been a long time since I have entered a blog. My apologies.
It's been a rough couple weeks, months, whatever. I can't figure out if it's just stress that gets me down or if I have a real emotional problem. Maybe I just have a major problem dealing with stress. It's hard when you really don't have time to talk to anyone about what's going on..and if you did, most people have no clue what you're going through anyway.
That's is what I used to like about Myspace or Facebook, it gave me an opportunity to vent. But lately, every time anyone says anything online, people get offended or smart or defensive. Or they talk about how you shouldn't air your business out in public. I kinda miss the days when I could write 120 letters and add a smiley emoticon to display my mood.
I miss Myspace, even though it was more childish. It's harder to be yourself on Facebook. Everyone is FAKE on Facebook...even me. I think I'm going to sign back on my Myspace just so I can let nobody know how my days go because at least I know nobody is going to even read it. :)
My Baby Loves & I
Monday, November 21, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Facebook Vs Google-Apocalypse
I wanted to share a funny conversation a friend and me had today on instant messenger. I won't say who the friend is because that friend may not like it that I posted this. It is humorous to me, though. By the way, I corrected most of the grammar and misspellings. Haha
Funny Facebook Convo:
o Me: Google is starting to creep me out, it’s like it knows too much.
o Friend: and Facebook doesn’t?
o Me: If the government takes it over, they will have all of our personal info, lol.
o Me: FB knows what I tell it, Google tricks me.
o Friend: No, it doesn't. Facebook keeps track of who you IM, who you talk to, who you post replies to, and then data mines that to build trends from it.
o Me: Well, they are both evil then.
o Me: I still have a bad feeling about Google. Wait and see what I tell you.
o Friend: I assure you I'd rather have Google, who is openly traded, than a privately held company.
o Me: I’m too dumb to know what any of that means. Lol.
o Friend: Just think about all the information that is on Facebook; who you talk to, what pages you like, who you've replied to, all your statuses, all your pictures and tagged people and who those people are and what they are into. It's super easy to build a profile for people on here.
o Me: I’m gonna read Revelations and see if Facebook is mentioned. LMAO.
o Friend: Yeah, let me know if Google is in there too.
o Me: haha, I wonder if Jesus will check into his Facebook when he comes back.
o Friend: You know he will. He has to friend a crap load of people so they know he’s back.
o Me: I better add him as a friend then!!!!
o Me: So, when the whole world is Jesus’ friend, that’s when he will come back?
o Friend: No, just when the whole world has a chance to friend him.
o Me: *Looks up Jesus’ Facebook page*
o Me: He only has 123,000 friends. Lol.
o Friend: Only if you are a Jehovah ’s Witness.
o Me: I hope I am not getting to know the wrong Jesus!!!
o Friend: Lol. What’s your religion?
o Me: Christianity
o Friend: Wow, that’s broad. You should be fine.
Here is the link to Jesus' Facebook page, you better friend him just in case!! :)
Jesus's FB Page
Funny Facebook Convo:
o Me: Google is starting to creep me out, it’s like it knows too much.
o Friend: and Facebook doesn’t?
o Me: If the government takes it over, they will have all of our personal info, lol.
o Me: FB knows what I tell it, Google tricks me.
o Friend: No, it doesn't. Facebook keeps track of who you IM, who you talk to, who you post replies to, and then data mines that to build trends from it.
o Me: Well, they are both evil then.
o Me: I still have a bad feeling about Google. Wait and see what I tell you.
o Friend: I assure you I'd rather have Google, who is openly traded, than a privately held company.
o Me: I’m too dumb to know what any of that means. Lol.
o Friend: Just think about all the information that is on Facebook; who you talk to, what pages you like, who you've replied to, all your statuses, all your pictures and tagged people and who those people are and what they are into. It's super easy to build a profile for people on here.
o Me: I’m gonna read Revelations and see if Facebook is mentioned. LMAO.
o Friend: Yeah, let me know if Google is in there too.
o Me: haha, I wonder if Jesus will check into his Facebook when he comes back.
o Friend: You know he will. He has to friend a crap load of people so they know he’s back.
o Me: I better add him as a friend then!!!!
o Me: So, when the whole world is Jesus’ friend, that’s when he will come back?
o Friend: No, just when the whole world has a chance to friend him.
o Me: *Looks up Jesus’ Facebook page*
o Me: He only has 123,000 friends. Lol.
o Friend: Only if you are a Jehovah ’s Witness.
o Me: I hope I am not getting to know the wrong Jesus!!!
o Friend: Lol. What’s your religion?
o Me: Christianity
o Friend: Wow, that’s broad. You should be fine.
Here is the link to Jesus' Facebook page, you better friend him just in case!! :)
Jesus's FB Page
Friday, September 2, 2011
A Day at the Fair
Yesterday was the opening of the Upper SC State Fair. I was fortunate enough to be off work so I decided to take my kids. I didn't let them know where they were going, I wanted to surprise them with a reward for doing so well the first weeks of school.
The whole way there, Cameron was commenting on where we were going. We would go so far and he would say, "Oh, I know we are going skating." Then, "Oh, I know we are going bowling." Then, "Oh, I know we are going to Frankie's Fun Park." He FINALLY guessed it somewhere at the end of the drive, but finally learned to stop using the "I KNOW.." line. "MAYBE we are going to the fair." Gotta love him, he knows absolutely everything.
We go in and start on the kiddie ride section. Cameron is a pretty good sport, riding with Cassidy on all the baby rides.
Finally, we get to the huge Ring of Fire. I wasn't riding any rides so Cameron got on it by himself. I was terrified for him. I can't believe my little baby didn't even flinch....he got right in line and right on the coaster and buckled himself in. I was freaking out!!
Well, as Cameron's ride come to an end, Cassidy starts screaming. She was stung by a bee. So, we had to rush around to find a paramedic. The paramedic tried to get the stinger out for a few minutes then told me he couldn't do it (what??) and that maybe I could find tweezers when I got home. Hey, buddy, she's screaming, we are 1 hour away from home, and have only been at the fair for 15 minutes. He gives her some ice and we walk out. I finally got it out...I had to use some very unsophisticated measures to do it. That put her in a bad mood.
We go sit down in front of the magic show and Cassidy gets picked to go up on stage and do a trick. She is so cute on stage and completely captivates her audience. She may be made for show biz. I made the best video of her act and accidentally deleted it. So, that basically ruined my mood.
Finally, everyone cheered back up. We had a blast. Cameron talked Cassidy into riding the equivalent of Drop Zone & she came close to a nervous breakdown. We ate funnel cake and cotton candy. Cameron almost gave fellow fair-goers a nervous breakdown when he climbed to the top of the wall over the safety belt on the Zero Gravity ride. Cassidy smacked her face 3 times on the mirrors inside the House of Mirrors. Every adventure I have is always packed full of drama and surprises.
Oh, and I got mentioned in the Greenville News!
Hometown celebrity status, baby!
Oh, one more thing. I got pulled over on the way home for drunk driving....but I wasn't really drinking so he let me go. Crazy times.
The whole way there, Cameron was commenting on where we were going. We would go so far and he would say, "Oh, I know we are going skating." Then, "Oh, I know we are going bowling." Then, "Oh, I know we are going to Frankie's Fun Park." He FINALLY guessed it somewhere at the end of the drive, but finally learned to stop using the "I KNOW.." line. "MAYBE we are going to the fair." Gotta love him, he knows absolutely everything.
We go in and start on the kiddie ride section. Cameron is a pretty good sport, riding with Cassidy on all the baby rides.
Finally, everyone cheered back up. We had a blast. Cameron talked Cassidy into riding the equivalent of Drop Zone & she came close to a nervous breakdown. We ate funnel cake and cotton candy. Cameron almost gave fellow fair-goers a nervous breakdown when he climbed to the top of the wall over the safety belt on the Zero Gravity ride. Cassidy smacked her face 3 times on the mirrors inside the House of Mirrors. Every adventure I have is always packed full of drama and surprises.
Oh, and I got mentioned in the Greenville News!
Hometown celebrity status, baby!
Oh, one more thing. I got pulled over on the way home for drunk driving....but I wasn't really drinking so he let me go. Crazy times.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
There Is A Reason For Everything, Except Giving Up!
In the 7th grade, I had a childish feud with a girl a year older than me. It was over a boyfriend. You know when you are in middle school, everything seems so serious. You think you are grown-up. I don't know exactly what happened to make us argue. I do know there was several mean letters exchanged back and forth.
My whole life, anytime I would think of this person, I would think mean thoughts. I never stopped disliking her. I never came across her again so everything I knew about her, I knew from middle and high school.
Then came the Facebook age. I don't remember if she friended me or I friended her. I do remember that I friended her so I could be nosy. That's all Facebook is about anyways. Well, it turns out I actually liked her! She seemed to have a lot in common with me. I enjoyed her statuses and her picture updates. I no longer disliked her. I really really liked her! It's amazing how childhood rivalries can follow you to adulthood.
Recently, I found out that my friend has been diagnosed with Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer. It really breaks my heart. It also makes me feel a bit guilty for ever having a bad thought about her, even though we were kids. It amazes me her strength and her attitude. She doesn't feel sorry for herself. She is an amazing mother to her 2 kids. She really is my hero.
She had surgery on her legs recently due to the cancer. She has trouble getting up and down her stairs at home. Her husband started a page to raise money to purchase a chair lift for her. I can't imagine being trapped in the downstairs of my house...not being able to sleep in the bed with my husband or help my kids to bed. I want to post a link to her page in hopes that everyone will find it in their heart to help her....even five bucks will help. I guarantee that she will appreciate every cent!
Here is the site, I can't figure out how to post a link: www.helpliza.webstarts.com
My whole life, anytime I would think of this person, I would think mean thoughts. I never stopped disliking her. I never came across her again so everything I knew about her, I knew from middle and high school.
Then came the Facebook age. I don't remember if she friended me or I friended her. I do remember that I friended her so I could be nosy. That's all Facebook is about anyways. Well, it turns out I actually liked her! She seemed to have a lot in common with me. I enjoyed her statuses and her picture updates. I no longer disliked her. I really really liked her! It's amazing how childhood rivalries can follow you to adulthood.
Recently, I found out that my friend has been diagnosed with Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer. It really breaks my heart. It also makes me feel a bit guilty for ever having a bad thought about her, even though we were kids. It amazes me her strength and her attitude. She doesn't feel sorry for herself. She is an amazing mother to her 2 kids. She really is my hero.
She had surgery on her legs recently due to the cancer. She has trouble getting up and down her stairs at home. Her husband started a page to raise money to purchase a chair lift for her. I can't imagine being trapped in the downstairs of my house...not being able to sleep in the bed with my husband or help my kids to bed. I want to post a link to her page in hopes that everyone will find it in their heart to help her....even five bucks will help. I guarantee that she will appreciate every cent!
Here is the site, I can't figure out how to post a link: www.helpliza.webstarts.com
My Haters Are My Motivators!
Hating is the way overused street word for jealousy. I really don't like to use the word "hater" in a regular conversation. I think it is a stupid word in general. Most of the people who use it are nobody worth "hating" on. I mean, what is there to "hate" about someone who lives off of their mama, has many missing teeth, has 4 or more baby daddies, etc? Those are the type of people who use that word in a serious sentence. REALLY?
Okay, so if you repeatedly use the word in seriousness or you REALLY believe everyone is hating on you, then you may be offended by this post. You may even now have more of a reason to think I am hating on you. Your haters are making you famous, right? Sorry, but just because someone talks about you, doesn't mean they are haters. It means you say or do stupid things that make people talk about you. (P.S. Everyone is "famous" in a small town like Woodruff.)
The people worth hating on, are the ones who would never use the word hater. They would just keep doing what they do that makes you hate them, and are probably not even focused enough on you to even notice that you are hating on them. If I'm going to hate on (be jealous of) someone, trust me, it's going to be directed toward someone doing better in life than me. I tend to hate on stay at home moms or college graduates. It doesn't mean I don't like you, it means I am jealous that you have those things going on and I don't. It's possible that those people "hate on" me for different things. It doesn't matter to me. We all have things we wish we could change about our lives. I don't care or even want to know that people are jealous of me. Walk on my side of this green grass for 24 hours and your perception of me would change. That goes for anyone.
Lately, I have come across a good bit of haters in my life. And these aren't your normal everyday haters, these are people who really can't stand to see someone doing better than them. It's like it really keeps them up at night. They will turn to manipulation and trash talking to bring you down. It is really important that you figure these people out fast before they do any damage. The worst ones are the ones who masquerade as your friend. Then they go out of their way to expose your flaws to others, all the while still acting as a friend. My goal as of right now, is to eliminate any of these false friends from my life. I no longer want or need to be associated with people who want me to fail. I do thank you, haters, for the time that you have given me your undivided attention!
From now on, if I don't particularly like you, I am not going to pretend like I do. I am going to be polite and respectful to you but I am not going to engage in anything beyond small talk with you. I am tired of my words being exaggerated or twisted or added to and then repeated to others. There is no way that can happen if I don't even talk to you. So, don't come to me and talk to me about anyone else and try to suck me in your hating game of bringing others down. I have a limited amount of friends and they know who they are. Other than those select people, I will no longer be conversating with anyone.
I hope this doesn't come off as a HATEful post, but sometimes it's the best way to be. The more people that hate me, the less I have to please!!!
Okay, so if you repeatedly use the word in seriousness or you REALLY believe everyone is hating on you, then you may be offended by this post. You may even now have more of a reason to think I am hating on you. Your haters are making you famous, right? Sorry, but just because someone talks about you, doesn't mean they are haters. It means you say or do stupid things that make people talk about you. (P.S. Everyone is "famous" in a small town like Woodruff.)
The people worth hating on, are the ones who would never use the word hater. They would just keep doing what they do that makes you hate them, and are probably not even focused enough on you to even notice that you are hating on them. If I'm going to hate on (be jealous of) someone, trust me, it's going to be directed toward someone doing better in life than me. I tend to hate on stay at home moms or college graduates. It doesn't mean I don't like you, it means I am jealous that you have those things going on and I don't. It's possible that those people "hate on" me for different things. It doesn't matter to me. We all have things we wish we could change about our lives. I don't care or even want to know that people are jealous of me. Walk on my side of this green grass for 24 hours and your perception of me would change. That goes for anyone.
Lately, I have come across a good bit of haters in my life. And these aren't your normal everyday haters, these are people who really can't stand to see someone doing better than them. It's like it really keeps them up at night. They will turn to manipulation and trash talking to bring you down. It is really important that you figure these people out fast before they do any damage. The worst ones are the ones who masquerade as your friend. Then they go out of their way to expose your flaws to others, all the while still acting as a friend. My goal as of right now, is to eliminate any of these false friends from my life. I no longer want or need to be associated with people who want me to fail. I do thank you, haters, for the time that you have given me your undivided attention!
From now on, if I don't particularly like you, I am not going to pretend like I do. I am going to be polite and respectful to you but I am not going to engage in anything beyond small talk with you. I am tired of my words being exaggerated or twisted or added to and then repeated to others. There is no way that can happen if I don't even talk to you. So, don't come to me and talk to me about anyone else and try to suck me in your hating game of bringing others down. I have a limited amount of friends and they know who they are. Other than those select people, I will no longer be conversating with anyone.
I hope this doesn't come off as a HATEful post, but sometimes it's the best way to be. The more people that hate me, the less I have to please!!!
Friday, August 5, 2011
My Lone Star Baby
My youngest brother, his girlfriend, and their ADORABLE little baby boy, Shawn Avery, are here from Texas. It was exactly 7 months ago when I was in Texas waiting to see him after he was born. We have so much to catch up on! I have ten days to find everything out from him...first I have to teach him to talk though. :) I love my nephew!
The day he was born (January 4th, 2011):
I LOVE ALL OF MY BABIES
(Cameron, Kansas, Cassidy, Emma, and Shawn Avery)!!!!
(Cameron, Kansas, Cassidy, Emma, and Shawn Avery)!!!!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
It's a Boy!!!
We have a new member of our family. His name is Chewy and he is a miniature Dachshund. He is the sweetest little thing!! 
I Like It, I Love It...I Want Some More Of It!!
This has been the absolute greatest birthday I have ever had in my life!
A few months ago, I jokingly posted a status on my FB wall that said:
"Dear Darroll Howard Jr, Brandon Howard, Jeremy Scott Howard: I will not be at all offended if you guys go into together & buy me some Tim McGraw tickets for my birthday coming up soon. ;) I don't even care what row it is in. Thanks in advance, Your Loving Sister. Hahahaha!"
Well, my brother, D.J. called my phone and said he was buying me tickets!! I had to see Tim in Raleigh because it was the closest show that was on a Friday, which is my only day off. So, I planned a Girl's Road Trip for my birthday!
We planned to leave at 12, even though the concert wasn't until 7, so we could stop somewhere and eat. Of course, leave it to us females to NEVER leave on time. I decided last minute that I wanted my hair cut. I hadn't had it cut in over a year (or more!) and how did I expect to steal Tim away from Faith if I wasn't looking my best?? So, of course we were running late. It wasn't just my fault though. 3 out of 4 of us girls going was late. Thanks to Larissa for being the only one on time! :) Terri and Jennifer were running late. Terri always runs late; we have that in common!!
I got home from getting my hair cut and I LOST my tickets! So, of course I started panicking and tearing the house down. Then, I FINALLY found them...in the same place I had left them and looked for them in the beginning.
So, we got on the road about 2 or 3.
We stopped in Charlotte and ate dinner at Big Daddy's Burger Bar which was FANTASTIC by the way!
Now, the Sunday before this concert, I had went to Myrtle Beach to meet my cousin, Sheila. I was rushing to get off work Sunday afternoon so I could get to MB by 8:30 to see the Pirate's Voyage dinner show. Well, for some reason, my whole brain switched from the concert starting at 7 to the concert starting at 8:30. I started thinking we had an extra hour and a half.
Well, the GPS sent us the rural route for some reason. We had originally planned to arrive in Raleigh early, check in the hotel, and get freshened up for the concert. But, the GPS moved our E.T.A. up to right at 8:30.
So, over half way there, I decide to check my e-mail just to re-read the details of where to park, etc and I couldn't believe it. I felt the blood drain from my face. I about busted out crying! THE CONCERT STARTED AT 7, NOT 8:30!!! How in the HECK did I get that mixed up!?
Needless to say, we missed the opening acts (Band Perry and Luke Bryan). We arrived just in time for Tim Mcgraw (he came on at 8:45). So, the day was saved. Tim had broken his foot that day so he kept having to leave the stage because he was in pain and the opening acts came back out and played while he was resting...so it still worked out!
We had such an amazing time!! Despite being followed by drunken losers. 
This guy fell on the hand rail and busted his head. I took this picture! How about them quick reflexes I have!? 
He jumped right back up like nothing happened!
We had to take our own group photo because everyone else was too intoxicated to do it. Pretty good pic though!
I had one of the greatest times of my life...I can't remember laughing so hard!! Thank you to my girls who went with my on this trip. I love you guys!!!! 
A few months ago, I jokingly posted a status on my FB wall that said:
"Dear Darroll Howard Jr, Brandon Howard, Jeremy Scott Howard: I will not be at all offended if you guys go into together & buy me some Tim McGraw tickets for my birthday coming up soon. ;) I don't even care what row it is in. Thanks in advance, Your Loving Sister. Hahahaha!"
Well, my brother, D.J. called my phone and said he was buying me tickets!! I had to see Tim in Raleigh because it was the closest show that was on a Friday, which is my only day off. So, I planned a Girl's Road Trip for my birthday!
We planned to leave at 12, even though the concert wasn't until 7, so we could stop somewhere and eat. Of course, leave it to us females to NEVER leave on time. I decided last minute that I wanted my hair cut. I hadn't had it cut in over a year (or more!) and how did I expect to steal Tim away from Faith if I wasn't looking my best?? So, of course we were running late. It wasn't just my fault though. 3 out of 4 of us girls going was late. Thanks to Larissa for being the only one on time! :) Terri and Jennifer were running late. Terri always runs late; we have that in common!!
I got home from getting my hair cut and I LOST my tickets! So, of course I started panicking and tearing the house down. Then, I FINALLY found them...in the same place I had left them and looked for them in the beginning.
So, we got on the road about 2 or 3.
We stopped in Charlotte and ate dinner at Big Daddy's Burger Bar which was FANTASTIC by the way!
Well, the GPS sent us the rural route for some reason. We had originally planned to arrive in Raleigh early, check in the hotel, and get freshened up for the concert. But, the GPS moved our E.T.A. up to right at 8:30.
So, over half way there, I decide to check my e-mail just to re-read the details of where to park, etc and I couldn't believe it. I felt the blood drain from my face. I about busted out crying! THE CONCERT STARTED AT 7, NOT 8:30!!! How in the HECK did I get that mixed up!?
Needless to say, we missed the opening acts (Band Perry and Luke Bryan). We arrived just in time for Tim Mcgraw (he came on at 8:45). So, the day was saved. Tim had broken his foot that day so he kept having to leave the stage because he was in pain and the opening acts came back out and played while he was resting...so it still worked out!
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Toppling Trampoline Tragedy
Ok, so this story is nothing CLOSE to a tragedy. I just like being dramatic.
It seems like everyday this week we have had SEVERE thunderstorms. I personally can't remember ever having this many in a row.
I was on Facebook (yes, I am BACK on Facebook now) and reading some of the statuses on my newsfeed. My best friend posted pictures of her storm-damaged trampoline.
I looked at the pictures thinking, "Wow, what a freak accident!"
Then, right after that I read this status: "
It seems like everyday this week we have had SEVERE thunderstorms. I personally can't remember ever having this many in a row.
I was on Facebook (yes, I am BACK on Facebook now) and reading some of the statuses on my newsfeed. My best friend posted pictures of her storm-damaged trampoline.
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| Brooke's trampoline |
Then, right after that I read this status: "
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
So, in case you haven't noticed, I deleted my Facebook. It will most likely be temporary. It was draining me emotionally. I really needed a break.
It seemed like everytime I made a comment on anything, someone had something smart to say. I mean, why are people so defensive online? They know for a fact that they wouldn't have that much "courage" face to face! You can read CNN or Yahoo message boards and it's the same type of thing. People always want to have something negative to say about someone else. Can we not have a normal, friendly, healthy discussion online about anything without people being offended or just plain out being immature about it?!
I deactivated my Facebook account and the Facebook people really do a good job about making you feel guilty about it. The screen after you try to deactivate shows random friend's pictures and says these people are going to miss me. I don't think any of those people's worlds will stop just because I am not on Facebook. Anyway, if you are a real friend then obviously you will know how to reach me outside of Facebook.
It is hard to stay off of Facebook though, for many reasons. 1. I have subscribed to other websites like sparkpeople.com and guess what? I use my Facebook to log in. I use my Facebook to log in to wspa.com, also. 2. I realize I uploaded all my pictures to Facebook and I can't look at or show those pictures without logging in. 3. I just really am/was addicted to it. It was getting to where it was the first thing I did in the morning and the last thing I did at night. All day and even in my dreams, I would be constantly thinking of status updates. If I heard a song, I might think "Hey, that will be my status." I just HAD to know what my 3rd cousin's baby daddy's other baby mama was up to. I don't even know them!! I am just way too nosy on there.
Facebook can be a GREAT and useful tool for communicating. But it can also be a terrible addiction.
It seemed like everytime I made a comment on anything, someone had something smart to say. I mean, why are people so defensive online? They know for a fact that they wouldn't have that much "courage" face to face! You can read CNN or Yahoo message boards and it's the same type of thing. People always want to have something negative to say about someone else. Can we not have a normal, friendly, healthy discussion online about anything without people being offended or just plain out being immature about it?!
I deactivated my Facebook account and the Facebook people really do a good job about making you feel guilty about it. The screen after you try to deactivate shows random friend's pictures and says these people are going to miss me. I don't think any of those people's worlds will stop just because I am not on Facebook. Anyway, if you are a real friend then obviously you will know how to reach me outside of Facebook.
It is hard to stay off of Facebook though, for many reasons. 1. I have subscribed to other websites like sparkpeople.com and guess what? I use my Facebook to log in. I use my Facebook to log in to wspa.com, also. 2. I realize I uploaded all my pictures to Facebook and I can't look at or show those pictures without logging in. 3. I just really am/was addicted to it. It was getting to where it was the first thing I did in the morning and the last thing I did at night. All day and even in my dreams, I would be constantly thinking of status updates. If I heard a song, I might think "Hey, that will be my status." I just HAD to know what my 3rd cousin's baby daddy's other baby mama was up to. I don't even know them!! I am just way too nosy on there.
Facebook can be a GREAT and useful tool for communicating. But it can also be a terrible addiction.
Friday, May 20, 2011
It's A Hamster, NO, It's A Mouse!!
Funny story. The other day I am in the bed and the kids are in their rooms supposed to be in the bed. Cameron comes running in my room in a panic, saying, "Spike (the hamster) got out!!! He made a hole and got out of his cage! I just seen him running across the kitchen floor. Mama, catch him!!!" Then, he starts crying! So, I get up and check the cage out...there Spike is balled up sleeping like a baby in his cage.
SO, that tells me it's time to set a mouse trap in the kitchen!!
SO, that tells me it's time to set a mouse trap in the kitchen!!
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Forgiveness
My tragic flaw: I struggle with forgiveness. More like I struggle with forgiving others. I hold grudges. But I expect others to forgive me.
Right now, I am going through some things. Nothing bad...I just feel like my heart is transforming. I am trying to re-find myself. I thought I knew exactly who I was, but I am starting to think that person who I think I am, is not quite the person I should be. My brain is in all sorts of directions right now.
So, back to forgiveness. Why is it so hard to forgive those who hurt us?
This morning, I went and bought myself a brand new *pink* Bible. :) I kept looking at it and I just couldn't figure out where to start. So, I prayed for some sort of direction....just a little help.
For some reason, I started searching on Facebook for someone who I really "hated." (I do this too often). I found this person's page and seen one of my friends was friends with this person. It really upset me. It immediately put me in a hateful mood. It brought back bad memories of the things that person and another person who is still in my life had done to really hurt me. So, I took it out on that person. WHY can't I forgive them???
I took it to the pink Bible...."If you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men for their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."
WOW! I don't want to go unforgiven!!!
Also, found this: "Get rid of all bitterness, rage, and anger, brawling and slander, alone with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to eachother, forgiving eachother, just as in Christ God forgave you."
It sounded like that verse was directed toward me!!!
There it is in black and white though, DIRECT ORDERS!!!
Right now, I am going through some things. Nothing bad...I just feel like my heart is transforming. I am trying to re-find myself. I thought I knew exactly who I was, but I am starting to think that person who I think I am, is not quite the person I should be. My brain is in all sorts of directions right now.
So, back to forgiveness. Why is it so hard to forgive those who hurt us?
This morning, I went and bought myself a brand new *pink* Bible. :) I kept looking at it and I just couldn't figure out where to start. So, I prayed for some sort of direction....just a little help.
For some reason, I started searching on Facebook for someone who I really "hated." (I do this too often). I found this person's page and seen one of my friends was friends with this person. It really upset me. It immediately put me in a hateful mood. It brought back bad memories of the things that person and another person who is still in my life had done to really hurt me. So, I took it out on that person. WHY can't I forgive them???
I took it to the pink Bible...."If you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men for their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."
WOW! I don't want to go unforgiven!!!
Also, found this: "Get rid of all bitterness, rage, and anger, brawling and slander, alone with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to eachother, forgiving eachother, just as in Christ God forgave you."
It sounded like that verse was directed toward me!!!
There it is in black and white though, DIRECT ORDERS!!!
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| My pretty new pink Bible. :) |
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Chester the Retriever
Yesterday, I went with Cameron to Petsmart to price dog houses before I went ahead with the dog adoption. The large sized dog house was like $140!!! So, I talked him into a hamster...he was completely ok with the hamster. We picked out the hamster and the supplies. He named him Spike.
A few weeks ago, I had quickly placed an ad on Craigslist that said: "I am looking for a puppy or young dog for my 8 year old son. I need it to be an outdoor dog who is good with kids. I can pay but not looking to pay breeder prices. My son has researched and decided he really wants a golden retriever. I will consider any good larger dog besides pitts, rottweilers (sp), or great danes. Papers not necessary. Spayed/Neutered preferred. Also, looking to find a nice sized dog house. Thanks!!!"
I got a few replies in the first few days. Someone said they had black lab puppies for $75 deposit. 2 people emailed me about dog houses for $100 and $150. I had really forgotten all about the post until this morning. When I logged into my e-mail, there was a reply from a lady: We have a 6 month old male yellow lab. Follows my son everywhere. Very loveable. We are also offering the doghouse with him. We are just asking $25 for the dog and the house.
So, we spoke on the phone. I told her I wanted him. I couldn't pass him up. She told me she really wanted him to go to a little boy. It made her so happy. She also told me that she kept trying to post him on Craigslist but it wouldn't go through. It was no coincidence that she found my old ad! Chester was meant for us!
He looks just like a golden retriever...he is maybe mixed with lab. He is very cute and sweet! And he was a GREAT deal. Now, we have a spare hamster. I guess Cassidy will take over "rat" duties. (Her word)
A few weeks ago, I had quickly placed an ad on Craigslist that said: "I am looking for a puppy or young dog for my 8 year old son. I need it to be an outdoor dog who is good with kids. I can pay but not looking to pay breeder prices. My son has researched and decided he really wants a golden retriever. I will consider any good larger dog besides pitts, rottweilers (sp), or great danes. Papers not necessary. Spayed/Neutered preferred. Also, looking to find a nice sized dog house. Thanks!!!"
I got a few replies in the first few days. Someone said they had black lab puppies for $75 deposit. 2 people emailed me about dog houses for $100 and $150. I had really forgotten all about the post until this morning. When I logged into my e-mail, there was a reply from a lady: We have a 6 month old male yellow lab. Follows my son everywhere. Very loveable. We are also offering the doghouse with him. We are just asking $25 for the dog and the house.
So, we spoke on the phone. I told her I wanted him. I couldn't pass him up. She told me she really wanted him to go to a little boy. It made her so happy. She also told me that she kept trying to post him on Craigslist but it wouldn't go through. It was no coincidence that she found my old ad! Chester was meant for us!
He looks just like a golden retriever...he is maybe mixed with lab. He is very cute and sweet! And he was a GREAT deal. Now, we have a spare hamster. I guess Cassidy will take over "rat" duties. (Her word)
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| Cameron and his dog, Chester |
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| Cassidy and Spike |
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Xtreme Energy Band
On Monday evening, my kids' dad told me I should get me a "Xtreme Energy Band" because I am clumsy (I am!) and it would help with my balance. He said a co-worker of his was bragging about his and how great it was.
On Tuesday, a co-worker showed me his new Xtreme Energy Band. I immediate rolled my eyes but he insisted that I hear him out. Now, this co-worker is probably the most pessimistic person I know, so I figured if he believed it, I should AT LEAST hear him out. He told me it gives him energy, helps his balance, and takes away certain aches and pains that he had been having (he was previously in a really bad bike wreck around a year ago). Of course, I scoffed at these magic bracelet claims.
So, he had me try these "tests" that the saleswoman gave him. One was standing on with my arms out on one foot. He pushed me and I of course fell (told you I am clumsy!). He then laid the bracelet up on my shoulder and did the test again. I didn't budge. He repeated a few more tests and the same thing happened after them too! Now, I know people say it's in your mind and if you want it to work it will....but, let me tell you I was a HUGE skeptic. So, I didn't necessarily want it to work. Matter of fact, I go out of my way to prove this particular co-worker WRONG as often as possible!! (heehee)
Well, I was amazed. I asked him if I could wear it for a few minutes. I have been having a problem with my left knee popping every step I take but the whole time I had it on, no popping. As soon as I took it off and handed it back, my knee popped....Coincidence?
That day at lunch, another co-worker mentioned he had one too and he loved it. He said it gave him so much energy! How weird, in less than 24 hours I have been told about this same bracelet by three different people...
OK, so that was just the background of my story. Let me try to get to the POINT.
Last night, when I got off work, something made me go to the mall and purchase this magic bracelet. I just HAD to HAVE it. I don't know why. I usually wouldn't be caught dead at the mall at 8:30 at night with two kids after just working 12 hours but I went. I wore it all night and to work this morning. I didn't feel my knee pop the whole time I was wearing although I really didn't notice any super energy effects....but just the knee thing would be enough to keep giving it a try. And the whole balance thing that was proven to me a day earlier.
Another co-worker of mine has been in the hospital and out of work for months due to a stroke and other health problems. He has had trouble walking for more than a year. Today he just came by my job to visit everyone after going to the neurologist and I walked up to the office where he was at. When I walked up, he was talking about how the doctor had given him a new medication to help his balance. He was saying that he felt like he was going to fall...and it wasn't a matter of IF he was going to fall, but WHEN.
At that moment, I knew that bracelet was meant for him. I immediately took it off and handed it to him. He said he had heard about it already and wanted to see if it would help him. If it works to help his balance, great. If it is only is his mind and it works to make him feel better, great.
I read a friend's blog where she said she doesn't believe in coincidences.....I feel so strongly that God wanted me to give him that bracelet. It's the first time I can actually say I felt like God spoke to me. I can't explain it. And even if nobody can prove it works or if it is only a mind thing, maybe it will help him...maybe it will be a small factor in getting him back to health and getting him back to work!!!
I feel completely blessed and wonderful today, by the way. So, that bracelet really did work!!!!!
On Tuesday, a co-worker showed me his new Xtreme Energy Band. I immediate rolled my eyes but he insisted that I hear him out. Now, this co-worker is probably the most pessimistic person I know, so I figured if he believed it, I should AT LEAST hear him out. He told me it gives him energy, helps his balance, and takes away certain aches and pains that he had been having (he was previously in a really bad bike wreck around a year ago). Of course, I scoffed at these magic bracelet claims.
So, he had me try these "tests" that the saleswoman gave him. One was standing on with my arms out on one foot. He pushed me and I of course fell (told you I am clumsy!). He then laid the bracelet up on my shoulder and did the test again. I didn't budge. He repeated a few more tests and the same thing happened after them too! Now, I know people say it's in your mind and if you want it to work it will....but, let me tell you I was a HUGE skeptic. So, I didn't necessarily want it to work. Matter of fact, I go out of my way to prove this particular co-worker WRONG as often as possible!! (heehee)
Well, I was amazed. I asked him if I could wear it for a few minutes. I have been having a problem with my left knee popping every step I take but the whole time I had it on, no popping. As soon as I took it off and handed it back, my knee popped....Coincidence?
That day at lunch, another co-worker mentioned he had one too and he loved it. He said it gave him so much energy! How weird, in less than 24 hours I have been told about this same bracelet by three different people...
OK, so that was just the background of my story. Let me try to get to the POINT.
Last night, when I got off work, something made me go to the mall and purchase this magic bracelet. I just HAD to HAVE it. I don't know why. I usually wouldn't be caught dead at the mall at 8:30 at night with two kids after just working 12 hours but I went. I wore it all night and to work this morning. I didn't feel my knee pop the whole time I was wearing although I really didn't notice any super energy effects....but just the knee thing would be enough to keep giving it a try. And the whole balance thing that was proven to me a day earlier.
Another co-worker of mine has been in the hospital and out of work for months due to a stroke and other health problems. He has had trouble walking for more than a year. Today he just came by my job to visit everyone after going to the neurologist and I walked up to the office where he was at. When I walked up, he was talking about how the doctor had given him a new medication to help his balance. He was saying that he felt like he was going to fall...and it wasn't a matter of IF he was going to fall, but WHEN.
At that moment, I knew that bracelet was meant for him. I immediately took it off and handed it to him. He said he had heard about it already and wanted to see if it would help him. If it works to help his balance, great. If it is only is his mind and it works to make him feel better, great.
I read a friend's blog where she said she doesn't believe in coincidences.....I feel so strongly that God wanted me to give him that bracelet. It's the first time I can actually say I felt like God spoke to me. I can't explain it. And even if nobody can prove it works or if it is only a mind thing, maybe it will help him...maybe it will be a small factor in getting him back to health and getting him back to work!!!
I feel completely blessed and wonderful today, by the way. So, that bracelet really did work!!!!!
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Search is On!
Cameron and I have been looking for a golden retriever.
I found puppies through as breeder for the low low price of $800. I found dogs through the golden retriever rescue but they make you sign away your life to get one.
So, we went to the Humane Society to look at puppies. There were several cute puppies-some black labs and german shepherds. Of course, Cameron wasn't satisfied, he wanted to look at the big dogs. He found a golden retriever named Atlas and fell in love with him. He is 3 and has been injured. He is HUGE. I asked him why doesn't he want a cute little puppy. His response, "But Mom, his eyes are so sad." So, maybe Atlas is our dog. I am not sure yet.
I found puppies through as breeder for the low low price of $800. I found dogs through the golden retriever rescue but they make you sign away your life to get one.
So, we went to the Humane Society to look at puppies. There were several cute puppies-some black labs and german shepherds. Of course, Cameron wasn't satisfied, he wanted to look at the big dogs. He found a golden retriever named Atlas and fell in love with him. He is 3 and has been injured. He is HUGE. I asked him why doesn't he want a cute little puppy. His response, "But Mom, his eyes are so sad." So, maybe Atlas is our dog. I am not sure yet.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Happy Mother's Day
A mother, mom, mum, momma or mama, is a woman who has conceived, given birth to, or raised a child in the role of a parent. Because of the complexity and differences of a mother's social, cultural, and religious definitions and roles, it is challenging to define a mother to suit a universally accepted definition. (Wikipedia)
A mother to me is someone who is devoted, patient, unconditionally loving...she is someone who gives for the pure excitement of making her children happy and safe.
A mother can be anyone who shows us support when we are down, wipes our tears away, picks us up when we fall. It doesn't have to be a biological mother.
A MOTHER is someone who loves her child unconditionally and selflessly.
I am thankful for all the wonderful, loving mothers in my life.
A mother to me is someone who is devoted, patient, unconditionally loving...she is someone who gives for the pure excitement of making her children happy and safe.
A mother can be anyone who shows us support when we are down, wipes our tears away, picks us up when we fall. It doesn't have to be a biological mother.
A MOTHER is someone who loves her child unconditionally and selflessly.
I am thankful for all the wonderful, loving mothers in my life.
Happy Mother's Day to you all.
My Son, the Negotiator
My son, Cameron, has been begging for a dog for the longest time. I told him when we first moved into this house the landlord clearly said, "No Pets."
I was wrong. The whole past month he has said that when I go pay the rent he is going to ask her can he have a dog. I kept telling him that she already said no and I doubt she will let him. He was very determined. He HAD to hear it for himself. I knew he would be too shy to ask her anyways. So, I said ok, that he could ask her.
The last couple of months, he has grown extremely serious about the whole 'getting a dog' thing. He has spent hours researching dogs online. He has checked out book upon book at his school library on the subject of dogs. He has written essays about dogs. He is probably the foremost expert in the subject as far as 2nd graders go. He knows what dog he wants and he can tell you why he wants that particular dog. He can also give you traits and characteristics of different dogs, especially the particular one he wants.
A Golden Retriever. This is the dog he wants. And for good reason. These dogs are smart and fun and good with children. If you ask Cam about it, he can tell you more than I can about them.
I am no big fan of dogs or animals in general. They seem like too much work to me. I have latched on to the valid excuse that we can't have a dog because the landlord said so. He can't argue with that, can he? NOPE.
I was wrong. The whole past month he has said that when I go pay the rent he is going to ask her can he have a dog. I kept telling him that she already said no and I doubt she will let him. He was very determined. He HAD to hear it for himself. I knew he would be too shy to ask her anyways. So, I said ok, that he could ask her.
Today was the day we went to pay our rent. He said he was going to ask her and I didn't believe him. We walked in her house, made small talk, and I paid my bill. Cam kept eying her. I knew he wanted to say it but he couldn't. Then....he did. He very politely asked could he have a dog. I was so proud of him and his initiative. She told him not in the house and he made a deal that he would put up a fence and wouldn't take him in the house. He really took charge of the conversation!!! He had talked his way into getting a dog!!!! How amazing!!!
Ok, so now I don't have the landlord to use as my excuse why we can't get a dog. And after that, how could I NOT get him a dog?
Friday, May 6, 2011
My Lack of Artistic Talent
It's coming upon Mother's Day and I want to tell the special mothers in my life how much the kids and I love and appreciate them. That extends outside of Moms and Grandmoms to Aunts and other great woman in our life. So, in order to really make things meaningful, it takes a lot more time, effort, and money.
I come up with this crazy idea to make stepping stones with the kids hand prints and let them decorate them. I purchased the plaster and stencils and paint and other assorted decorating tools.
Let me tell you, this is not quite as easy as it sounds.
First, the plaster had horrible instructions. Mix one pound of powered plaster to 1 and 3/4 cups of water. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't have a scale in my house that weighs powder. I just mixed it until it was "pancake consistency" per the box. The box also said that you have 30 minutes to work with the plaster before it dries....ummm....untrue. This plaster was dry in the bowl I was mixing it in in 3 minutes or less!
FAILED
So, then, I thought...let me make less of it at one time. So, I made a small bowl of it. I poured it into the mold. Cameron put his hand. It goes through to the bottom of the mold. So, there's a hole.
FAILED.
So, then, I thought, let me put it in a deeper mold (aka bowl) and add more plaster. Ok, hand placed. I give it some minutes to dry. I turned it over to remove it from the mold and it came flying out and busted.
FAILED
So, then, I thought, let me get online and do some Googling because obviously I don't know a thing about plaster. Let me tell you, when you watch someone else do something like this, they make it look so much easier than it is. I actually made it through the hand printing and the dumping out of the mold to the decorating phase. The kids and I (well, Cassidy and I) had 2 hand prints looking very pretty. I easily picked the one I was working on up and gently....ok, not so gently dropped it on the table.
FAILED
Cassidy was working on hers and she really worked hard on it, too. It had dried for a while and I was showing it off to someone hours later and picked it up by the corner and it broke off.
FAILED.
And yes, she wanted to kill me.
Seems like I had not read all the way through the online instructions that stated "Let dry completely. Overnight is best." before you painted/decorated.
FAILED.
So, 5 hours into it and not one stepping stone even halfway complete (not to mention the huge mess it made), we gave it up. I may try again tomorrow...or I may just go buy some cards. Maybe I will just print this story out and give it to the Moms we love. It's the thought that counts, right?
I come up with this crazy idea to make stepping stones with the kids hand prints and let them decorate them. I purchased the plaster and stencils and paint and other assorted decorating tools.
Let me tell you, this is not quite as easy as it sounds.
First, the plaster had horrible instructions. Mix one pound of powered plaster to 1 and 3/4 cups of water. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't have a scale in my house that weighs powder. I just mixed it until it was "pancake consistency" per the box. The box also said that you have 30 minutes to work with the plaster before it dries....ummm....untrue. This plaster was dry in the bowl I was mixing it in in 3 minutes or less!
FAILED
So, then, I thought...let me make less of it at one time. So, I made a small bowl of it. I poured it into the mold. Cameron put his hand. It goes through to the bottom of the mold. So, there's a hole.
FAILED.
So, then, I thought, let me put it in a deeper mold (aka bowl) and add more plaster. Ok, hand placed. I give it some minutes to dry. I turned it over to remove it from the mold and it came flying out and busted.
FAILED
So, then, I thought, let me get online and do some Googling because obviously I don't know a thing about plaster. Let me tell you, when you watch someone else do something like this, they make it look so much easier than it is. I actually made it through the hand printing and the dumping out of the mold to the decorating phase. The kids and I (well, Cassidy and I) had 2 hand prints looking very pretty. I easily picked the one I was working on up and gently....ok, not so gently dropped it on the table.
FAILED
Cassidy was working on hers and she really worked hard on it, too. It had dried for a while and I was showing it off to someone hours later and picked it up by the corner and it broke off.
FAILED.
And yes, she wanted to kill me.
Seems like I had not read all the way through the online instructions that stated "Let dry completely. Overnight is best." before you painted/decorated.
FAILED.
So, 5 hours into it and not one stepping stone even halfway complete (not to mention the huge mess it made), we gave it up. I may try again tomorrow...or I may just go buy some cards. Maybe I will just print this story out and give it to the Moms we love. It's the thought that counts, right?
Cam's First Fish
My baby boy caught his first fish today. He went fishing with my brother Brandon. I am so proud of him!
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| Cam's first fish! |
Slow Day
I call it "slow days" when I do something incredibly blonde aka "slow."
I went to Wal-Mart after work and found these curtains I liked on sale for $2.50 a piece!! Anyone who has ever bought curtains knows that is a great find!! So, I rearranged my curtains in my house in my head and picked out the last 6 packs of them for my bedroom windows (2 for each window). I also bought regular priced curtains for my kitchen. I went through the self check-out and went home. When I got home, I just left all the bags of stuff in the living room and went to bed.
I woke up and put my curtains up and guess what? Two were missing!!! I searched my car, my bags, everywhere....nothing! So, I ended up having to go back to Wal-Mart and re-buy those curtains. Those were the last 6 ones and guess what? Two were hanging right back up in the discount aisle. I even vented to a couple of unsympathetic Wal-Mart employees to no avail...oh, well. I ended up paying $5.00 a curtain!!!
I went to Wal-Mart after work and found these curtains I liked on sale for $2.50 a piece!! Anyone who has ever bought curtains knows that is a great find!! So, I rearranged my curtains in my house in my head and picked out the last 6 packs of them for my bedroom windows (2 for each window). I also bought regular priced curtains for my kitchen. I went through the self check-out and went home. When I got home, I just left all the bags of stuff in the living room and went to bed.
I woke up and put my curtains up and guess what? Two were missing!!! I searched my car, my bags, everywhere....nothing! So, I ended up having to go back to Wal-Mart and re-buy those curtains. Those were the last 6 ones and guess what? Two were hanging right back up in the discount aisle. I even vented to a couple of unsympathetic Wal-Mart employees to no avail...oh, well. I ended up paying $5.00 a curtain!!!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Cassidys
When my daughter was born, I named her Cassidy Shyne. The Shyne part is after me because my name is Sunshine. I really liked the named Cassidy and her daddy liked the name Cierra. All I know was I wanted my kids to have the same inititals. My son's name is Cameron Shawn (Shawn after his Daddy).
The day I found out I was pregnant, I knew I was having a girl. Some relatives were over and we put those two names in a hat. Out came the name Cassidy! My kids have the same initials and the same number of letters in their names. So many people said they didn't like the name Cassidy or it was a boy's name. I didn't care....I loved it. It was her name and I didn't even know if she was a girl.
So, anyways. I was sitting on break talking with this girl I work with. She has a 2 year old named Cassidy. I thought it was cute that we both had daughters with the same name. Well, she picked up the Toys R Us paper and said, "I need to find something for Cassidy's birthday," which was the same thought I had had in my head all week. So, I asked her "When is Cassidy's birthday. My Cassidy's is May 3rd." She answered, "May 3rd" at the exact time I said "May 3rd"! Her Cassidy and my Cassidy were even born in the same hour, within a minute of eachother!!! Of course her Cassidy just turned 2 and mine just turned 6 but what are the odds?!!! One day, I am going to sit down and calculate the actual odds of that happening.
I keep thinking it should mean something. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But it is still very cool in my opinion!!!
The day I found out I was pregnant, I knew I was having a girl. Some relatives were over and we put those two names in a hat. Out came the name Cassidy! My kids have the same initials and the same number of letters in their names. So many people said they didn't like the name Cassidy or it was a boy's name. I didn't care....I loved it. It was her name and I didn't even know if she was a girl.
So, anyways. I was sitting on break talking with this girl I work with. She has a 2 year old named Cassidy. I thought it was cute that we both had daughters with the same name. Well, she picked up the Toys R Us paper and said, "I need to find something for Cassidy's birthday," which was the same thought I had had in my head all week. So, I asked her "When is Cassidy's birthday. My Cassidy's is May 3rd." She answered, "May 3rd" at the exact time I said "May 3rd"! Her Cassidy and my Cassidy were even born in the same hour, within a minute of eachother!!! Of course her Cassidy just turned 2 and mine just turned 6 but what are the odds?!!! One day, I am going to sit down and calculate the actual odds of that happening.
I keep thinking it should mean something. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But it is still very cool in my opinion!!!
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| Cassidy and her family the day she came home from the hospital. |
I Expect to Hear Great Things!
While I was at my kids' school delivering birthday cupcakes for my daughter, I ran into my 7th grade teacher. I have no idea how she recognized me after 15 years but she did. She called my name out and I instantly had flashbacks from middle school. She asked me did I remember her. I just looked at her like...ummmm....nooo. She said, "It's me, Miss Cook."
Well, OMG I loved Miss Cook in 7th grade!! She was one of my favorite teachers ever and a big part of the reason why 7th grade was the best year I had of school.
I just stood there in shock. I didn't know what to even say to her. She told me she remembered my face and I hadn't changed. She told all the ladies in the front office that she had taught me in 7th grade. All I could do was stand and look in amazement....or embarrassment....
See, Miss Cook had written in my yearbook in the 8th grade that she expected to hear great things from me. I always remembered that. Other teachers would write, "Good Luck Next Year." or "It's been a pleasure having you this year."
Not Miss Cook. She wrote "You are a very special young lady. I expect to hear great things from you in the future."
So....I am now embarrassed. What great things can I tell her that I have accomplished in 15 years? I walked out of there in a hurry. I needed time to think. I needed time to think of what I have accomplished that would make her (now Mrs. Ashby) proud.
On paper, it doesn't sound too good. I barely graduated high school. I didn't go to college. I had my first child at 19. I married and that didn't work out. What HAVE I ACCOMPLISHED? I guess I will continue to think about it some more...before I run into Mrs. Ashby again.
Well, OMG I loved Miss Cook in 7th grade!! She was one of my favorite teachers ever and a big part of the reason why 7th grade was the best year I had of school.
I just stood there in shock. I didn't know what to even say to her. She told me she remembered my face and I hadn't changed. She told all the ladies in the front office that she had taught me in 7th grade. All I could do was stand and look in amazement....or embarrassment....
See, Miss Cook had written in my yearbook in the 8th grade that she expected to hear great things from me. I always remembered that. Other teachers would write, "Good Luck Next Year." or "It's been a pleasure having you this year."
Not Miss Cook. She wrote "You are a very special young lady. I expect to hear great things from you in the future."
So....I am now embarrassed. What great things can I tell her that I have accomplished in 15 years? I walked out of there in a hurry. I needed time to think. I needed time to think of what I have accomplished that would make her (now Mrs. Ashby) proud.
On paper, it doesn't sound too good. I barely graduated high school. I didn't go to college. I had my first child at 19. I married and that didn't work out. What HAVE I ACCOMPLISHED? I guess I will continue to think about it some more...before I run into Mrs. Ashby again.
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| 7th Grade Sunshine |
To Blog or Not to Blog?
Ok, so I am not really new to the blogging thing...I have kept diaries and online journals my whole life. I had a pretty interesting (ok, vicious) blog on Myspace. I enjoy writing and I enjoy reading blogs. I have also been told that my life is somewhat interesting...ok, somewhat drama-filled. Drama usually equals interesting to most small minded people. So, I am doing it...I am going to blog. I don't know who will actually care to read this blog. I don't know how long I will keep up this blog. I don't know if I have anything as important to say in my blog as other blogs I have read. I don't really have anything important to say to the world or any kind of message to spread. I just feel like sometimes I have much more to say or vent than will fit into the 420 character limit of a FB update.
Guess I will just take it day by day.
Guess I will just take it day by day.
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