HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I said it last year...

Erma Bombeck said it..

The loneliest job in the world....taking down the Christmas tree and all the decorations.

You want to empty your house? Just say these words....."Okay, time to take the tree down."


(Steve did help in carrying all the boxes and such back up to the attic)

Now, the fun begins.

We are looking for a house.

We have picked out rings.

We have yet to find a place to get married in or at. (though I have two or three in mind)

We have a lot to do.

And I am soooooo excited.

Holiday in Review......


Whew - I am behind.


Finished my shopping on the Friday before Christmas - whew - it was a mess out there - but it was totally fun.

I think I cooked from that Friday all the way through Christmas Day.

Steve's kids came over the Saturday before - it was a nice beginning of the merging of two families. Steve enjoyed seeing his kids open gifts and packages - a first in a long time for him - the smile and look on his face said so much. (he normally just handed them $-no fun!) Guess what we ate? Tacos - everyone had fun.

Attended the sweetest Christmas Eve-Candlelight Service with my sister and her family, Steve and my kids. I loved it.

Children's Choir sounded so sweet on the 23rd - I was very proud of them.

God really blessed our family - everyone had a great Christmas. And I mean more than just gifts. God is so good.

And each day I fell more in love with Steve.

Good 'Ole Sloppy Pizza....


That is what I want after all the holiday foods.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE!

LOVE,

BECKY


THE WORD BECAME HUMAN AND LIVED HERE ON EARTH AMONG US. HE WAS FULL OF UNFAILING LOVE AND FAITHFULNESS.

JOHN 1:14 (NLT)

Last minute shopping.....

Yes, I am going to be one the idiots out there today shopping because I am not finished. Whew!

Traffic, long lines, - it will be totally fun!

(Steve is going to be shopping with me!)

I used to be one of "those"

Let me explain...

I used to be one of those people who had her Christmas Cards ready to mail on December 1st - now I am lucky if my friends and family receive them January 1st.

I used to be one of those people who was finished shopping by December 15th. I will be shopping this weekend.

I used to be one of those people who would bake everything from scratch and it had to be perfect.

Welcome to my world in 2007.....

I am none of the above.

But that is totally okay!

I am having fun and appreciating life.

So, what are you going to be doing on March 21, 2008?

After being in the same Sunday School class for years, after going on 2 white water rafting trips together with the class(and let me tell you, nature girl I am not), many class parties, sitting on a porch swing and talking over 4 years ago during a trip, after friends trying to arrange and encourage dates between us . A first date where I spilled my tea all over the place, a third date where he spilled his drink, long conversations, walks in the park, sitting beside each other in church, him surviving every Sunday night in Children's Choir, being polar opposites, he is real shy and quiet, and I am not. (understatement) He can be in a room of 500 people and not say a word and I feel I have to talk to everyone of them. He is calm and steady. I am not. I chatter constantly. We can honestly say we are each other's best friend - on the same page spiritually with the same values and beliefs.

God has really blessed our relationship at every turn.

Tori and Sam love him. I love him. He loves me.

Steve and I are getting married on March 21, 2008 (Good Friday) - what better day to marry?

Young love....


My daughter cried yesterday over a boy.

I don't like him.


Hmmph.

Homework Blues.....

My son has the homework blues.


Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Blinkers.



I know they are a novelty here in Memphis. But really you should try to use them.

Shopping Together....

I experienced something last night that has never happened before.

I went shopping with a guy. My guy. He likes to shop.

It is fun.

Here are some differences between us (and maybe it is this way between men and women)

1. I am a bargain shopper. He is not. I figure you save $30 on a gift - that $30 can be used toward something else.

2. I will bend and squat, sit on the floor to compare two similar items. He figures buy the higher priced item - it has to be better. (See #1)

3. He decorated for Christmas in less than 15 minutes - took me 2 days

4. I am cheap (so my son says) - see #1

5. I will talk to everyone in the store - he does not. (Why not talk - you are in this line why not make friends?)

6. See #1

But the best part of the whole night - we shopped together-he cared about my purchases-we talked and laughed. It was fun.

Old fears and insecurities......


It is great being part of a couple, having someone to love and hold. It is great knowing there is someone out there who loves you because he wants to.

But with every relationship comes with growing pains. I am learning that you battle your old fears and insecurities. And we have to make it our goal to not allow those fears and insecurities to overtake us. He battles being jealous and I battle "not being good enough" and being too independent-hey I've been single for 9+ years! And I am sure there are other issues we will deal with along the way.

I have no doubt we have a future together-we really do love each other-I am in love - it is exciting and scary at the same time. Though they hurt like heck - growing pains draw us closer together.

To my girl....

My daughter is 15 - her birthday was this past Saturday. She is now old enough for a drivers permit. I'm not.

We have our moments, she and I - but she is awesome an I love her much!

Happy Birthday Tori!

To the hunters beside. behind, in front of my house at 2:15 yesterday morning....

Do you ever go home? Do you ever work?

I am sure we will be so grateful you have taken care of the deer and any other ferocious animal lurking about...whooo...what's that? Save me...a wild turkey.

(Why did I even know the hunters were there...because we have a dog who has to go out that time of the night.....)

From the mouth of my son....

"Mom, what's up with Steve having his arm around you....this whole touching your back thing...totally unnecessary.
"

"Mom if you get married....here is the plan...you and Tori can share a room and me and your husband can share a room."

"Hey, Tori, you know Halloween has been over a while, take off the costume."

"My sister has a boyfriend...next thing you know she'll be kissing the boy and I will have to beat him up."

Is he funny or what?

To the hunters behind my house and in the field next to me this morning at 3:15---

You really do need a life.

Stray puppy - part 2

3:00 a.m. - Inside dog needs to go outside. Trying to get her outside. Can't because our newest addition is blocking the door - she darts in - inside dog refuses to go out until I am holding one wiggling, whimpering puppy.

3:15 a.m. - Inside dog standing in middle of yard. I am in my pj's calling her name, my back is turned - outside dog darts in again - barking - and playing.

3:25 a.m. - Both dogs are where I think they should be.

3:30 a.m. - Inside dog thinks she deserves a treat for going outside at 3:00 a.m.

Now, I can't go back to sleep.

To think I started 2007 with a Goldfish - and am ending it with two dogs - how did that happen?

Stray Dog

For whatever reason our house is now the drop off point for all stray animals - we now have a mixed lab puppy. She is beautiful. I am thinking she may belong to someone and just got out - she is too healthy and shiny to be a stray. Sam has named her Lucy - it fits her - she is constantly causing problems-and doesn't seem to be aware or care.

Our inside dog does not like this new dog that is outside - she is so funny about it. That is a reality show if I'd ever seen one - me trying to get one dog to go outside and one to stay outside.

Delightful

I have a new friend. She and I went to the mall on Saturday (it really wasn't bad - and I didn't buy a thing)) with my daughter and her friend.

She sent me an email....saying..."Tori and her friend are delightful."

2 teenage girls delightful?

Sure.

Okay.

To those people under 20 living with me....

Do you really think it is necessary for me to repeat myself 20 times?

How hard is it to understand....."please fold the laundry" or "go take a bath" or "clean up the bathroom" or "get off the phone and the computer"

If you or anyone else out there figures out why I need to repeat myself over and over and over, please let me know.

RELAXED

This is what I am, relaxed...and that.... like never happens.

I have actually slept late every day since Thursday morning (Thanksgiving) slept late somewhat on that day also. It has been so nice. I am not one to relax - I am pretty much in constant motion.

Tomorrow will be a treat - I am taking the day off - Steve & I are hanging out - spending the whole day together. I am so excited.

Looking like Christmas......

We are decorated for Christmas. The tree is up, the Nativity is set up in it's usual place, wreaths on the doors, candles out, stockings are hung with care, garland around the mantle, the little village is in a different spot this year - and it is taking some getting used too - and I need to add more snow - which I will pick up some today. I would like to add a couple of Poinsettias to the mix - but we shall see on that.

Every ornament told its' story again - the kids now know each one. My dad's ornament (a 49'er bear) is in middle of the tree.

I pray we don't get lost in the rush, the hustle and forget for one minute the true meaning behind Christmas.


Side note: Yesterday was the first time in 9 years that I did not have to do all the heavy lifting, the climbing of the attic steps - it was nice. Nice having someone here. Nice knowing that this will hopefully be the first of many decorating days.

Things I can't believe I forgot to blog about...........

From my friend S.D.

She and I had lunch together the other day.....two signs you are a mom....
A plastic dinosaur in the passenger seat and/or door and peanut M'M's in the floor board - though I don't think the M'M's belonged to her son? (If they had been plain M'M's - I would have ate them!)

Also From S.D.

Sunday morning - she stopped two boys by saying "No running in church guys..stop running." we looked up at the balcony...and guess who we saw running? Yep, her son! It was sooooo funny. (he was being chased by a girl - so hey - maybe he needed to run!)

A Tub Bath....

On Wednesday morning - it was raining, the house was dark, and everyone besides me and the dog were sleeping. I decided to take a tub bath - a long soak-with a cup of tea on the edge of the tub. I soaked for 45 minutes. I was clean, shiny. relaxed and smelling good. And get this - no one, and I mean no one knocked on the door, the phone didn't ring - it was heavenly. What an absolute gift. Everyone stayed asleep until I left for work. Whoo hoo!

Too much turkey.....

My friend D.C. called me - her dad cooked two turkeys for their family - she has no clue how they will eat all of the food. I am impressed her dad cooked! (he has yet to officially adopt me - he has to be one of the funniest, sweetest men I have ever met!)

I will break my arm with dignity...

My son and Steve were wrestling the other day. Sam twisted his arm around - Steve said "be careful - you'll break your arm moving it that way." Sam did not miss a beat.....he said "if I must break my arm...I will do so with dignity!" (I could have sworn I heard the National Anthem in the background!)

"Laundry...what Laundry?"


This is what my daughter said to me last night.

The laundry in question was in the middle of her bed.

EEWWWWWWWWWWW..................................CAT POO.....................................................

If you do some digging around in this blog (around the summer months) you will find a post or two about the same subject.


But let me set up the story.

This past Spring - a kitten found us. By finding us - she showed up in a tree - covered in fleas and ticks and starving. We fed her - cleaned her up - I sat on our porch swing and picked every tick off. She was so grateful. She was long and skinny with the longest tail I have ever seen.

She became ours.

Her name? Lucky Peekachoo KeeKee Mills (Combination of all the names everyone wanted to name her) but she came to us with KeeKee.

She filled out, became healthier - she had to be an outside cat- My son has allergies - he would have a constant runny nose and cough if we had a cat inside. But she never left the house. Never. She left us presents in the form of mice and moles - no way I could convince her we didn't need such nice gifts. :)

She has disappeared. No where to be found.

Well.....last night I was meeting Steve for dinner at his apartment complex - and out comes this cat running toward me - looking just like KeeKee - she was loving on me - I picked her up - she cuddled up against me. I said "this is our cat - she stowed away in your truck." Steve said "I don't think so - there are cats everywhere around here-and I think this one has been here for awhile." She jumped out of my arms. I was still thinking it may be our cat - she was marked up very similar to our cat - but it was dark.

Now to the EEWWWWWWWWW..........................Cat Poo.........................

I started sniffing....I looked down on my shirt - she had pooped on me! It was on my shirt, my arms. And I am borderline germaphobic - so you can imagine my hysteria-Steve was laughing so hard. He had a shirt for me to change into - I scrubbed my arm with hot water, Zest Soap, Shampoo and hot water - then put on some Germ-X - then lotion.

Well, we left for dinner - there she was again she meowed - I decided that wasn't our cat - based on the meow. This cat had a deep throaty meow - our cat has the whiny-spoiled-pitiful meow that earned her treats every time. And besides my cat would not poop on me.

Happy Thanksgiving To Everyone!

I am thankful for:

1. My Salvation - God is so good!
2. My Children - two great kids - they are awesome - I love them much
3. Steve - he is a definite blessing in my life.
4. My family
5. My friends (you know who you are - old, new, blog friends, the list can go on and on - I love you all!)
6. Health
7. My Church
8. My Job
9. My car - it is still working!
10. This wonderful world we live in.

My son seems to think that taking a bath, brushing his teeth and doing his homework are optional.

Hmm....I don't think so.

Last night I noticed my daughter can be online, im'ing people, on the phone, text messaging and eating chips.

But she can't watch TV and fold laundry.

Amazing.

One of the coolest things about being part of a couple - you have someone here on earth (a grown-up) who cares about you, your day and how you are feeling. (Yes I know I have friends who care...but you know what I mean)

One of the coolest things about being in love - is that you feel all these things at one time and at times you are in shock -but then you sit back and realize what blessing it is. And this love I feel and the love I receive - are both huge blessings in my life.

Love you S.C.!

Explain to me one more time..

Why I can't call my doctor up and say...."I really don't need a monthly cycle anymore...honest."

This on top of cold and virus ---whoo hoo I feel good.

Before you venture into the closets of my children....

Make sure your shots are up to date.

Why a mom can't be sick.

1. Someone has to feed the kids
2. Someone has to take the dog out
3. Someone has to feed the kids
4. Someone has to check homework and call out spelling words
5. Someone has to feed the kids
6. Someone has to take the garbage out
7. Someone has to feed the kids
8. Someone has to feed the cat
9. Someone has to feed the kids

.......You would think they were underfed and malnourished

Sweet - Romantic Gestures

I am home sick today with a cold and stomach virus ( I am about to hop back into bed).

Last night I was working late and my sweet sweet boyfriend (have I mentioned I love saying that?) brought me some tea...just because I was feeling bad and he knows I love tea.

How sweet is that!?

Dear 3rd grade teacher...

I just found out about the project last night. The paper was folded into a paper "football" - how was I to know it was important when I threw it out?

Yes, I know English homework is not supposed to be done at 9:30 at night - but hey he found the sheet under the bed when he was looking for his jacket. No, he didn't find his jacket, but he did find his shoes (thank goodness) and a GI Joe.

No, no, go ahead and nominate me for mom of the year..I insist.

Community Property

If you have a teenage daughter, you will understand what I am talking about.

If you own it - you won't for long - it disappears.

(Makeup, lotion, purse, socks, and the list can go on and on)

And if you hide it from them, you get mad when you forget you hid it.

One reason why not to step out on your porch before the sun is really up, when it is drizzly rain, when you are half asleep in your bare feet as you are letting the dog out and feeding the cat...

Snails.

I stepped on one.

Gross. Gross. Gross. Gross.

Nope, this isn't me - but this is how I feel.

Yuck.

I can't stop sneezing.

Yuck.

Way to go George!

I have been a George Strait fan for years!

I have seen him in concert about 15 times!

I enjoy his music and look forward to every CD!

He won Album and Song of the year last night on the CMA's!

Way to go George!

BALANCE

The hardest thing I found out about dating again, having a relationship that may lead to a future without driving everyone away or crazy (including myself) is balancing everything.

Being a single mom of two is hard - my kids have never seen me with anyone - until now.

They like S.C., but they are having a hard time with me dating, in the sense of being gone one weekend night, etc. I try to make it a point to be home either Friday or Saturday night with them, sometimes S.C. is with me. We do something with them that they like to do - games, movies, etc. My son is so funny about S.C. sitting beside me - so my son climbs all over me, etc.

My daughter doesn't seem to be too bothered except when it messes up or interferes with her schedule or social life. And S.C. is being ever so patient, kind and understanding.

My mother is having a hard time too - she is realizing that there is a life around the corner for me - and that adjustment will be hard for her. It is exhausting - she is handling it with hurtful words. (my patience is thin!)

My friends, especially my guy friends, one Precious friend in particular, I don't even know where to begin on this one. I have several guy friends - so how do I balance that friendship? Most of them understand - so the conversations are few and far between now, and I miss them. I want them to be happy for me. My girlfriends are happy for me.

I guess all of life is a balancing act. Parenthood, work, church, sports, school, etc.... I am a little tired. (Soccer will be over Saturday - that will be me you hear yelling in excitement on Saturday)

I think I am worrying for nothing - I just need to vent!

Just in case you are wondering....

Where all missing mates to a pair of socks are....look no further than my daughter's second drawer - in fact you could probably find a lot of missing laundry and clothing you forgot you had.

Just so you know.....


My 14-year old soon to be 15-year old daughter and my 9-year old son are tons smarter than me.

My son...again...

My son saw me kiss my boyfriend (feels so good to say that!) on the cheek on Halloween night.

Later in the night he came to me with hands on his hips...

"Momma, you have got some explaining to do?"

I asked "Why?"

He said "I saw you kiss him on the cheek!"

I responded "That's okay, we care for each other, he is very nice, , I like him, he likes me I wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek...so I did. That is one way people who care about each other show affection, they hug, hold hands, and maybe even kiss." ( I was giving myself mental high fives for explaining affection and such)

He looked at me and said. ... "Momma that is fine, I like him, he is nice to you. But kissing? That is just gross!"

How funny!

My Son....

My son is so funny. This morning - he was mid-dress. I noticed on this stomach a circle and two dots around and above his belly button.

I asked him what it was.

He squeezed his stomach and started making kissing sounds.

Please, please tell me this is normal behavior!

To all those teenage boys calling my house.....


My daughter is not hot.

Just a few years ago...she still looked forward to Santa Claus visiting.

She is not hot.

She is my daughter.

Thank you.

To the those passing out candy tomorrow night..


I like Hershey Bars.

Thank you.

To the hunters in the field beside my house and the woods behind it...


I am trying to think who looks worse..you in your camouflage and orange or me in my pajamas and hair sticking up-chasing a dog, dodging in between and behind stuff, in my bare feet to avoid you seeing me.

I am going to just say you look better...but give me an hour.

Pencils

I bet my son loses 5 pencils a week. If he does not lose them, they are sharpened to about the length of your small toe.

"Mom, I can't wait for you to meet Tyler!"

This is what I heard from my daughter for two weeks - the two weeks leading up to her High School's homecoming game.

Tyler this, Tyler that....blah blah blah.

Finally the big game, I am sitting in the stands. I notice this boy walking beside my daughter. Ah, Ha! now I get to meet Tyler.

Thank goodness I didn't say anything.

Because this is what happened.

"Mom, I want you to meet Johnny."

Signs you are part of a couple...


1.) When someone calls your boyfriend to get your number
2.) When someone will ask you what are "you two doing tonight?"
3.) When you are asked, "How is his dad?" (I have only met his dad once)
4.) When someone at church gives him your baking pan or pot for him to carry.
5.) When you can't stop thinking about the other and your day is incomplete if you don't talk to him.

Comic Books

My son has been reading comic books a PRECIOUS friend gave me to give to him. He is really enjoying them. Last night he was pouring over them - they all have a WWII theme, and he loves them.

Thank you to my most PRECIOUS friend. We hope to hear from you soon.

5 MINUTES

The ever so gentle and sweet man who is stealing my heart a piece at a time said this to me last night....

"5 minutes away from you feels like 5 days."

I started crying. It had to be the sweetest thing I have ever heard.

I am now getting used to this little thing called Love. I feel at times as if I am not good enough.

But he is helping me to get over it - as are my friends.

To the owner of the pig found in my yard this morning....

We don't need that much bacon, honest.

Really? The floor underneath the bed is not a kitchen sink?


Ummmm.....No!

Last night, I am home from work, when what to my wondering eye should appear?

3 Glasses
1 ice cream bowl
2 Spoons
1 Straw

All underneath the bed....


I give up.


Missouri Becky....I got you beat on this one.

Big Brothers

Nope, I don't have any brothers in my family - but I do have big brothers. Guys I work with and go to church with.

They checked out the car before I bought it.

Gave me a list of things to warn my daughter about before she left on a cruise.

One asked me, "Becky, does the guy you are dating, open your doors?"

One calls me to let me know road conditions.

And I could keep going..but you get the idea.

What a blessing!

FEARS

I struggle with a lot of fears - I am a worrier. I am not as bad as I used to be - but I still worry.

You know how things are going real well - but somewhere in the back of your mind you are waiting for a bomb to drop? Or that you will lose that something good- and it will never return?

I think I am so used to bombs and bad news, I am constantly looking back - not appreciating the good.

I really need to work on this.

"Are You Official?"

That is the question I received yesterday at Church, at lunch, and then church again. I am now part of an official couple.

It is really fun.

He has met my son and mother. (Daughter is gone all the time) And I have met his 3 boys - yep count 'em 3 boys - though 2 are grown. We are taking everything ever so slowly - but things seem to be falling into place. We definitely balance each other out- he is as calm, still and quiet as I am wired, wiggly and not quiet. :) (I refuse to say loud) He is shy...ummmm...I am not. I am blunt....he is not. It can be funny. He is patient and I am not.

We are on the same page as far as beliefs and church - which is a major and very important thing for me. He understands how important service and Children's ministry is to me - and he observed me last night - and said he still likes me-that he'll keep me--ha ha! (I have so much fun in Children's Choir - and act like a nut pretty much the whole time - but I am telling you - we had church last night in Kid's Choir!)

My friends are happy for me - I am glad - they are important to me.
(Especially the one who knows me best)

So, yes, it is official, I am part of a couple, on the right path to something good, sweet and blessed by God.

"Just so you know...you don't understand...you don't know anything...it is totally not like you think."

My daughter's words...not mine.

She is almost 15.

I am 38.

I have been told by someone I should tell her this......"I've been 15, you've never been 38."

She is mad because I won't let her "go out" - it's not like it is a date or anything - we just go to the movies. WHATEVER!

Nope, she still can't call boys. Yes, I know, TOTALLY UNFAIR. This isn't 1957 you know! (I let that one slide) (And yes I know she probably sneaks calls - I am not home all the time)

I have "locked" up the computer....a major withdrawal going on here. Yes, I know, TOTALLY UNFAIR.

I have told her she will need to start making some of her own money-by babysitting, etc. She is worried she will have to "give up" her life. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR.

I am trying to figure out how you could love one child so much and be so proud of her and still not get along? This too shall pass? Right? (By the time it passes - my son will be a teenager!)

Singles Group

I belong to a Singles Group/Sunday School class at church. Though our numbers have dwindled down-because of people getting married, we are close and we are growing-yeah! I am taking an active role in activities and calling folks - every person is important.

Last night we had dinner with another group - and there are so many Christian Singles out there - more than you know. The men, believe it or now, worry about finding that "right" one just like the women do.

But belonging to a group is great. You have great friends and fun. You have accountability, you learn and you grow. You need, I need my church family.

Children's Choir Rocks

Each Sunday night I direct Children's Choir. I have no idea why God chose me for this ministry. I love Jesus, love kids and love music. And I have found my niche.

But let me tell you we are in the process of learning and practicing for Christmas, have introduced songs from our Spring Musical and other songs we will sing-but there is just one song we will soon sing in front of Church - that will blow you away! I am so proud of them. They love the song - so they sing their hearts out. They sound so good!

I still have a good team - who work hard each week. I couldn't do it without them. Thanks Guys! I love you all.

Totally "In-Like"

I am dating.

We are very much "in like."

What can I tell you? He makes me feel good about myself. He is kind of shy - but opens up when he gets to know you. He is kind. He is gentle. He is very patient. He "puts up" with my chatter - I talk a mile a minute about the every day things in life. His eyes smile when he does. He is so good to me - something I am not very used too.

He is learning I lose my keys all the time,that I am a worrier, a reader, a wannabe writer of children's books, my love for ice cream, and most things chocolate. I have learned he appreciates the simple things in life, loves movies and television, steak and baked potato every time, he like me does not like Chinese food, and unlike me he doesn't like Mexican food and he tells me he is going to get me "the clapper" so I can find my lost keys.

This past Friday before our date - he brought me flowers. I joked "Does this mean we are a couple now?" His response, "I was calling you my girl after our second date." He talked most of the night - and the wall around my heart cracked considerably.

I cried on the way into work today - not sad tears -but happy tears. I wasn't ready for this - not expecting - not even wanting it. But it is happening. I feel out of control.

One of the biggest problems/obstacles to being a single mother.

I really never get to "enjoy" my kids. There is just never any down time-especially when you are the only one handling everything. I worry about what their memories will be.

I love them so and am so proud of them.

Yep, it's that time again in my neck of the woods. Though I don't see them as often as I did growing up - mainly because of all the subdivisions coming up around us.

Cotton Combines - they literally take up the whole road - you can't pass - you just putter along and clean out your purse in intervals. I don't live too far from a Cotton Gin - so we hear and see a lot of farm equipment go by the house - sometimes the house feels like it is shaking.

When I was married we lived in the middle of cotton country - and these guys work hard all day into late night. It was nothing for me to wake up and find a Combine or other equipment in our yard.

So when you put on your jeans this week - think of this guy working 16-18 hour days.

(my mother tells stories of picking cotton by hand while growing up - I can't imagine)

CLONE TROOPER

My son wants to be a Clone Trooper (Star Wars) for Halloween - it was proving to be a hard costume to find - in his size.

But - Yeah! Today I found it. He will be so excited.

We really do get our money's worth on costumes - because he will play and play in the costumes.

Back to being cool mom...don't worry I am sure my reign won't last long.

The Tow Truck Driver

Last week when I broke down on the interstate and had to call a tow truck (yes, I keep a number for a driver in my cell) was an experience.

He pulled up - big red truck.

Big Guy.

He reminded of someone who belonged in the movie RoadHouse. Hairstyle, muscle shirt and all.

His truck was so high off the ground - he did not offer a step or even to help me up - I had to climb up the truck - and then while I was hanging with my rear sticking out (now that's a pretty picture) he remembered his Taco Bell bag and all the other stuff.

I finally got settled. Whew.

He looked me up and down. Eeww.

He told me I had short legs. (I told him his truck was 10 ft off the ground-he snickered)

I guess he thought he really insulted me....

Because he then told me I smelled good.

I was calling and or texting people giving them the phone number of the tow truck and describing him...just in case.

I survived.

How funny!

Okay, I am still getting used to it.

I have no idea how things will turn out - how I will handle things - because it is all new to me.

Dating.

It is taking me forever to get used to doors being opened for me. I am not used to someone paying for my movie ticket and dinner. I am not used to being told I look nice.

Dating. I like it....but....

Will I get used to it? I just don't know.

I am pretty sure it's in the Bible.



THOU SHALL HAVE NO SOCCER GAMES ON SATURDAY BEFORE 10:00.

I'll let you know when I find it.

(This past Saturday - I spent 5 yep, count 'em 5 hours at the soccer field- pictures for both kids and games running an hour behind. Both teams lost - but hey my son played an awesome game of soccer-and my daughter did pretty good too!)

Bedtime - what's a bedtime?

My son seems to think that being nine entitles him to stay up late.

He didn't take a bath last night - he had to take it this morning - he almost fell asleep sitting there.

We've got to get back on track and in bed at a decent time.-

Why I have been up since 3:00 a.m.


She weighs about 12lbs (9 of it being hair) and she is 13 years old.

Our dog was "up" most of the night - barking - having to go outside - drinking water. She was playful and such - I told her - though I don't think she understood - that it wasn't time to wag her tail.

She went to sleep around 5:15 - of course - it was time for me to get up.

Look at what I'm driving! I am so proud and so happy.

God is good!

HEY, IT'S NICE BEING TREATED LIKE A GIRL!

This dating thing has made me realize that for too long I wasn't acting like or treated like a "girl."

I like it.

A CAR!!!!!!

By this afternoon-if all goes as planned - I will be driving a new car - new to me - but it only has 7,000 miles on and it is a 2007 model!

I cannot tell you how excited and nervous I am. Excited to be driving something that is reliable, safe, and where everything works. (You can play the radio and use the windshield wipers at the same time!) Excited to know I have come so far since my divorce. 8 years ago - I had no idea how I would feed my kids - and now I have a decent car. (At the risk of sounding corny - we really do live in a great country - a land of 2nd chances and opportunity - do we really appreciate how blessed we are?!)

It is a sign that I have truly started over - I know I have so much more to do and more growing to do - but it is a step, I believe in the right direction.

Nervous - because - what if they (dealer and bank) change their mind? I didn't sleep thinking about it - they really are going to do this?

Nervous because of the monthly payment-afraid I will fail -but I cannot and will not mess this up!

God has provided and given me this opportunity - now it is up to me to be a good steward of what He has given me!

Did I mention that I am excited?

YARD SALE

That's what the sign said.

Let me explain...

My son overheard me talking about getting a new car - and what I could and could not afford - he decided to help me.

He gathered up his toys, baseball cards and comic books - went to the front yard - to sell them to help pay for my car.

Go ahead, cry....I did.

THIS LITTLE TINY THING CALLED LIFE

Well, life happens.

Boy does it ever. Let me give you some updates since my last post

*I've been sick with sinus stuff - had me in bed for two days last week - I missed work-I felt horrible.

*My daughter thinks I should allow her to fly to California to visit on Spring Break next year to visit the boy from our church. WHATEVER - LIKE THAT WILL HAPPEN - IF THE BOTTOM OF YOUR FEET ARE COLD - THEN SHE IS HALFWAY THERE.

*My son still believes he doesn't need to brush his teeth or study Spelling words.

*My car is gone! It was very sick - and it just gave up. So, I've decided to try to find a new one - well new to me. It is a work in process that's for sure - but I feel good that I will have something by the weekend. The whole process is nerve racking and I am tired.

*My Ex and I worked something out - so maybe he will come through - he will have too - I am just about finished being nice.

*I went on date #2 with my friend - I asked him to be patient with me - I am totally new to this dating thing. (yes, I still have the same worries-I'm a wreck about it all)

*I have learned the new payroll system at work - that's good - because I like to get paid.

There you go...updates....on this little thing called life.

I'VE BEEN DETHRONED

Darn it - read the below post. I've been basking in the glow of being "Cool Mom."

Needless to say I didn't bask for long.

The nerve of me taking away Internet from my daughter and making my son finish his homework and study for his Science test.

Well, it was good while it lasted.

COOL MOM AWARD

Today's cool mom, goes to, well....ME!

Yes, Me!

I managed to pick out a top at American Eagle for my daughter - that she liked.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

You can applaud now.

SIX YEARS AGO

Six years ago I was on my way to work - when an announcement came on the radio - and at that moment - I looked around me and cars were just stopped on the side of the road. Everyone sitting in disbelief. And once I was at work - we were all in the break room watching the news - not wanting to watch - but not able to turn away.

Watching FOX news this morning - the tributes and the services - I was reminded we have come so far as a country - yet have so much to do. I can remember the images on television of family members holding pictures of their loved ones-waiting against hope-I remember one little girl asking about her daddy - he liked Oreo cookies. The images of kids preparing lunches for the rescue workers. Of flags everywhere, of pride in our country.

Remember those lost on this day six years ago - pray for their families. Pray for the survivors - I am sure their memories are overwhelming.

AARRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

To the members of my household - I do receive phone calls every now and then. I have friends. (Shocking I know)

To the members of my household - I would like to receive messages the day of the phone call instead of the next morning or afternoon. My apologies to the person who called me last night - I don't know your name - just that someone "like" called me - and I quote "I like forgot - not like it's a big deal or anything."

Why do you have to use soap and toothpaste?

What follows is my response to the above.


So you will be clean.

You other moms don't worry!

I happen to be the most ignorant mom around.

You can relax now.

This new world I'm in.....

For those of you who don't know - I entered the dating world this weekend. I was nervous and scared. My confidence wasn't there.

I've known him for a few years now - so we didn't have that "we don't know each other" type conversations. That eased my mind a whole lot. We also both confessed - it had been some time that either of us had been "out" on an official date. Okay, it my first date since my divorce on what seems like a million years ago.

We had a good time -dinner and a movie (3:10 to Yuma - excellent movie by the way!).

He held the door open for me - opened my car door for me-waited for me when I was in the restroom, etc. Things my ex never did.

I introduced him to my favorite place, Barnes and Noble (we were waiting for the movie - we had time to kill) and he discovered I am a total nerd - I love books.

He understands my position as a single mom - understands kids activities, etc.

I have a lot of worries and thoughts in my head. If the dating thing doesn't work out - will I lose my friend? Will it be uncomfortable or awkward? And if you know things are flowing smoothly (when do you know that?) - when do you introduce kids and families?

It felt good to be treated like a girl - a lady. It was fun. By the end of the night I felt good about myself and the date, I hope he felt the same. I hope we go out again.

A BREAK UP

Yep, I told you it wouldn't last.

The boy that I liked - the newest boyfriend of my daughter.

He is no longer in my good graces.

He "broke up" with her - not in person, not on the phone. On her My Space - comments page.
She wasn't upset or mad - she just laughed it off. In fact her friends and I are probably madder than she it. But that's my girl!

Call me whatever you want...but don't call me fat.

Okay, let me explain, on the phone last night a friend was telling me about her niece who kinda-sorta got into a fight. Okay, she threw the first punch.

This other girl was texting/im'ing her niece and calling her ugly names, with "Fat" being in front of them. And it finally was all either kid could take/do.

(Side note - these girls are about 14. And I can say it because I am the mother of teenage girl - girls are so mean to each other.)

Her sister, said "I don't know what she is saying...but I think this girl is chubbier than my daughter."

How funny.

How like a woman.

Call us all kinds of ugly names - we know they are not true. But don't you dare call us fat - then it's personal.

Mom he asked me to go out...

That is what they call it.

The "it"? Going steady.

They are not going anywhere.

They are too young to date.

But he called my daughter last night - and he asked "May I speak to Tori?"

I like him already. Usually it is "Can I?" "Is Tori home?" "Tori There?"

He understands my "no phone calls after 9:00 rule." He understands I don't allow my daughter to call boys.

He likes country music.

Hot dog! I like this one.
(This means he probably won't be around for long!)

Who are you and where is my son?

Are you sitting down? Are you ready for this?

My son completed his homework in less than 30 minutes last night.

Used SOAP and SHAMPOO in this bath.

Brushed his teeth with TOOTHPASTE.

And picked up his toys.

Quick, call the police, my son has been kidnapped and in his place stands a clone.

(He even got up and got ready without constant prodding and nagging this morning)

So how many times do you have to.....

Tell your son to brush his teeth?

Tell your daughter to pick up her shoes?

Tell your son to get in the bed?

Tell your daughter to get off the phone?

Hmmmm, I don't think I will ever stop telling them.

Motherhood.

You find the most interesting things while cleaning....

For my Labor Day holiday - I spent the day cleaning and organizing. And I didn't want the kids to help - because it was my day to sort, toss, and throw out stuff - and since I am the mom, I can do that occasionally-and feel no guilt.

But you really do find the most interesting things while cleaning.

Pennies - I could probably pay the National Debt with all the pennies I found.

Batteries - No they don't work - for they would not be in the shoe box, behind the television, under the bed, in a pair of jeans, in a sock, and lodged in a remote control car.

Pencils - They were everywhere - shoe box, under the bed, in my sock drawer (no I did not put it there), you name it, you could find them there.

Scissors - I don't even want to know why and who. But I found them in the shoe box (and believe or not there were shoes in the shoe box), taped to a closet door, in box of baseball cards, and so on. I vaguely remembe finding all of our scissors not too long ago - and putting them in our desk - but they just walked away.

Black Magic Markers- Found black markers of every brand and size in about 6 places.

Green Army Men - If I didn't know better I would swear they were having sex and reproducing themselves - but somehow the children turn out to be red, brown, green and yellow.

Socks - Both of my kids have socks now. They didn't before today -because the one who is responsible for laundry - stuffs everything in any corner/nook she can find.

Shampoo Bottles - You know the ones I am talking about - they have about a dime's worth of shampoo in them. Well today all those in the bathroom were thrown out, along with more army men, and about 25 pink razors.

Tampons - they were in every purse/bag my daughter uses. Oh, I am sorry, you are not supposed to know we use those in this house.

Flip Flops - I bet I found 6 pair in every place but the right place.

Hair Brushes - So, that's where they were! Right beside the tampons in my daughter stuff.

Nail Clippers - We now have 5,000 pair in one spot - but don't blink - they'll disappear.

Keys - I don't even know what these keys open.

Underwear - Same story as the socks.

Cups/Glasses/Silverware/plates - Everywhere but the kitchen.

I could keep going - but it all has me thinking - how does this happen? Geesh. We are not total slobs or totally disorganized - so how does it happen?

How to make a mom mad....

Let her find all kinds of stuff in your closet when she cleans.

She may need to get shots afterwards.

Pure Escape....

I saw Rush Hour 3 this weekend.


Don't go in expecting an Oscar winner - but go in expecting to laugh.

It is just pure escape - and funny.

We liked it. The whole theater liked it - everyone was laughing.

When Harry Met Sally

I watched it tonight with D.C. - and all of you reading this will be ever so proud of me.

I didn't shed a tear!

Yeah! Progress - I've made progress.

Just put it in your mouth and suck it.............

Gottcha on that title didn't I? Well obviously you don't know me very well! :)

My friend D.C. and her daughter came over tonight to watch movies. Her daughter and my son are the best of friends. Her daughter cut her finger on something.

And the mother of the year award goes to...

Yep, you guessed it! My friend! (I am sure I will earn my title back in about 5 minutes)

Her daughter came into the den where we were watching movies - I guess she was expecting sympathy. She was holding her finger up - showing and telling her mom about it.

And my dear friend ...without missing a beat, said..........

"You'll be alright - just put it in your mouth and suck on it."

God, just send me a sign.

This from a friend at church...she was talking about her ex-husband.

She remembers praying for a husband..for God to show her=give her a sign - that this was the "one."

Her ex husband was a heavy drinker.

Her ex husband called her collect to propose.

He was in the Navy - she paid for the flight out to California - he said he would pay for her hotel room - when she got there - he had blown all his money - she had to end up paying for the room-on credit cards she just paid off. Once she returned - he mailed her a check for the hotel - it bounced.

There were plenty of signs.

They had a fine son, they are divorced, but remain good friends.

2ND ONE FROM THE BOTTOM

I was going over my son's science vocabulary with him the other night.

I read the definition - I waited for the word.

He couldn't think of it.

So instead he said...I know it..."it's the 2nd one from the bottom."

And yes he was serious. (and right)

How funny.

How to survive being the mother of a teenage girl....

1. Make sure you hide all of your make-up, hair care products, nail polish, nail clippers and hair brush in an undisclosed location. If you don't - it is assumed to be community property.

2. Play 80's music to drown out the complaints in the car. (This is effective when they are complaining you don't understand what it is like to be a teenage girl) Surely they would enjoy Bon Jovi and the Go Go's with a dash of Rick Springfield.

3. Threaten to come to their school for any reason in a moo-moo (large flowered dress) and mismatching flip flops, with no make up and your hair sticking up on one side. A similar threat of coming into the dance in your pajama's is effective in getting them to come out on time.

4. Don't sweat the fact that the TV, the radio is going while she is on the phone and doing her homework - she is multi-tasking. :)

5. Lock yourself in your room or bathroom and maybe you won't be found. You also lock yourself up to keep from committing a crime against said daughter - this step will help you avoid serious jail time.

6. Remember you are not alone - there are mothers everywhere facing the same battle as you.

7. Somehow, someway - this moody person who spends a lot of time on her air, who is so mistreated, will grow up to be a wonderful, responsible person. And in time she will like you.
At least that is what I have heard.

HOMEWORK.

Yes I know I have written about homework on numerous occasions. But from August to May of every year - I have to go through this.

10 minute assignment for my son turns into 3 hours.

My daughter is the only who doesn't have homework - until she remembers at 9:30 she has a test the next day.

Pencils disappear around our house. At the start of the year - they stand in the pencil cup, bright yellow, points sharpened, ready to go. Three weeks later - they can be found in GI Joe's tank - taking the place of lost ammo. Or they can be found by the blow dryer. Or by the cat food. Or in the yard - where it was used as a pick-to plant an apple seed.

And since we are on the subject of school, read what I have done and learned so far this school year.

I have now studied the continents, the oceans, scientific method, helped with two projects for my daughter, packed lunches, scraped up money for book order, scraped up money for lunch and snacks, found lost shoes, gave up on the "jammed" zipper on a back pack. We have a lot of "single" socks - waiting for their mate. This year I was smart - for my son all his socks are the same -so hopefully we won't have a hard time matching up socks - can't say the same for my daughter. Can't figure out why both of my kids had three shirts in the wash the other night for only one day of school. My son still doesn't understand why soap and toothpaste are necessary. My daughter thinks I am totally mean - because I don't just give out money for ball games and such. (really what kind of mother am I? I'll tell you! A broke one!) I picked Fruit Loops from every corner of the house this morning - I don't even want to know.

And to think the above started with me talking about homework.

I don't need homework, I need therapy.

Let me introduce you to the two people I love the most in this world. They are two of the greatest kids ever. And if I do say so myself, I think my daughter, Tori, is totally beautiful and my son, Sam, is very handsome. They both are funny and very confident. I am so proud of them. I am so blessed!

Tori took these pictures of Sam. He is 9 years old. Loves soccer, GI Joes, The US Flag, and wants to be soldier when he grows up. He is sooooooooo funny.

Here is Tori, my girl. She will soon be 15. She is very funny. Loves Church and wants be a psychologist when she grows up. Two of these are "self portraits"

A weekend of friends.......

It has been a good weekend. Friday night was a crash and sleep night. Saturday had a dinner with friends - and we had a blast. We laughed and laughed.

I love my friends. I am totally blessed!

An observation from my daughter....

Excuse the language...but I can only tell it as it was said...

"Mom, your butt is not really fat, it is wide and flat."

I don't know if that is a compliment or an insult.

When she wakes up I'll let you know. :)

Okay....now the pressure is really on.

I really don't know where my son is getting this.

Mom, you really need to hurry up. I am not getting any younger. Find a boyfriend already.

I don't think he knows there some things I do well under pressure and then there are things I don't.

It hit me last night....

Why I am still single. I was in that halfway spot between being awake and sleeping.

My son had a nightmare - he climbed in bed with me. The dog was at my feet, I rolled on top of a GI Joe and an army tank.

That is why I am still single...no room for anyone/thing else.

How funny.

Why is it the older I get the harder it is for me to get out of bed?

Is it because I have always had to get up early?

Is it because I am tired?

What is it?

This is my last chance......

On the way home from dinner Saturday night with D.C.- my son made us both laugh with the following.

"Momma, this is your last chance, your last opportunity for me to be happy about this. And I am serious, your very last chance."

I was curious..."I said, my last chance for what?"

His reply "For you to get married. And I mean it. You need to hurry up."

"But son, I am not even dating anyone - much less plan on marrying someone."

"I know momma, but you got to get moving...how long does it take?!"

"But son, (trying to get the subject off of me - am I good friend or what?) what about
Ms. D.C. - don't you want her to get meet someone and get married too?"

"That's her daughter's situation - not mine!"

Is he funny or what? Needless to say D.C. and I laughed so hard.

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Last night on the way home from soccer (yes it has begun) he brought it up again.

"Momma, I really want you to meet someone?"

For the record I have no idea what gave him the idea to talk about this...he normally is very possessive of me. And I don't discuss things like this with him - he is 9 for goodness sake! And he has figured out that EHarmony is not a store..but a web-site.

"You need to go to EHarmony - they have a profile system. We can post your picture. One that shows your eyes. But not one of you in your pajamas - that won't work."

A sure sign I am spoiled and I live in the country....


On the way to work this morning, I saw a lady on her front porch. Nothing unusual right?

Well, she was washing her laundry in a hand crank washing machine! Whew.

I figure her machine broke down and she pulled it out of attic - had to use it because there is no money for a new one right now. I figure she could sell it to an antique place and buy a new washing machine. I am curious about the story behind it all.

I am spoiled..because just this morning I was fussing because I did 3 loads of laundry before coming into work.

WHY MY CLOTHES ARE RUINED

I am one person in America who does not need use these Pens and I love them. Love the Sharpie! (Thus I use them all the time)

Why should I avoid them?

My right pocket! That's why!

I have the worst habit of sticking them in my right pocket - especially when I am working - because I need one constantly.

The top comes off. The ink bleeds through.

Tried the retractable kind the other day - forgot to retract.

So I have a few pairs of pants and a skirt with the same kind of ink stain - and to no avail it doesn't come out. And I am too cheap to throw them out. I have one shirt with a dot of Sharpie on there - the marker was laying on my desk - I leaned over and the marker attacked my shirt.

Food on my clothes....especially at lunch...

I am the worst habit of spilling food on my clothes? Why? Because I read while eating - and I am always totally into a book and I don't pay attention.

I guess I need help all the way around.

You defended our country with weapons for goodness sake......

That is what I told a new friend. She is a veteran - fought in a war. She is going through divorce.

She said she would rather fight in a war in the desert - than try to date again. And divorce is much harder than any battle she's been in.

First, I told her, it is too soon for her to even think about dating.

Second, I told her she is not the person she is because she had a husband. She is her own person-wonderfully created by God.

Third, (me being me) told her "You defended our country with weapons for goodness sake, you are made of some strong stuff."


All kidding aside, this proves, that even the strongest among us have a hard time coping with divorce and the aftermath.

ELVIS WEEK

It is Elvis week here in Memphis. It is 105 degrees. (Missouri Becky, I sure could stand some cold weather right now) Surely all those people lined up around Graceland are hot. (Nope, I've never been) Even after all this time - he still draws fans - talk about charisma.

Elvis imitators/performers are everywhere. Target, the Library, the gas station and McDonalds.

Who are you and what have you done with my mother?


This is what I thought last night when my mother hugged me and kissed me.

My mother and I love each other. She is not, nor ever has been a hugger. Not even affectionate. I have no memories of hugs. I have no doubt she loves me and my sisters. As I have written before - my mother and I have a strange strained relationship.

My mother hugged me. Wow.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE.....

(Allow me to set this up...)

At my office - we share space with a similar business. We each have our own side - sharing conference room, kitchen, restrooms and warehouse space. Though we are two different companies, all of us are friends.

So here we go.

Several of us (all women) were talking yesterday - talking about kids, clothes, just stuff, and men (of course). Another one came in - and this is what she said "Becky,you have pretty skin and eyes. You would be so pretty if we just "flashed" you up a bit. Add some earrings, make your hair more wild and more makeup - you would be WOW." I couldn't think of anything to say...I just smiled and nodded. (I just keep things simple. My shower is the longest part of my getting ready routine.)

So my question...

To be or not to be....

Offended. (What I am not WOW now?)

Complimented. (Pretty skin and eyes-I work on the skin thing)

Encouraged. (Someone thinks I have potential)

Depressed. (Just another comment to add my to therapy file.)

To be or not to be...

Hmm...

Maybe all of them.

It has begun....

Homework.


The drama.

My son.

Need I say more?

(picture tired, mad, sobbing 9 year old, swearing I hate him, because I make him study his spelling words and reading definitions)

What should take 10-15 minutes tops - takes my son 45 minutes to an hour to finish.

Whoo Hoo!

School is back in session.

THE BIRTHDAY BAG

This morning my kids gave me a birthday gift (Thanks D.C.!) - bubble bath in a gift bag when opened, plays music. With a card that plays music.

I am pretty sure the bag was more than the gift. My son wants me to give him a present in the bag - he really likes the bag.

It was a sweet moment.

I am blessed.

38

Tomorrow-August 13. I will turn 38.

Funny, 18 years ago, I pictured my life at 38 so differently than it is right now. At times I struggle with feeling like a failure. 38 seems so old to be starting over. But I have to look at this time as a learning experience and a cherished gift.

38 - wow I am the mother of a teenager and a nine year old.

38- I have grown so much since I was 30

38- As written a few posts down - I will soon be in a different category on applications.

Thanks to those who have already helped me celebrate my birthday. You my friends are the best gifts of all.

A New Pastor....

Our new pastor began his ministry today. I am so excited.

We kick off Children's Choir next week. I have a great team. They are the best. I have worked with most of them, but we have new people joining us this year. Welcome my friends.

God loves us so much. Let's give Him our best.

I dedicate this post to A.B. - one of the funniest people I know. These are her thoughts, ideas and predicaments. :) Love ya girl!

JAWS OF LIFE NEEDED AT THE SCHOOL

On the 2nd day of school last week, the school parking lot, the road in front of the school, all roads to the school, were all packed. Like the mall at Christmas time.

I walked my son in with school supplies - as we were walking in, I saw A.B. in her van. Just sitting there. She was boxed in by the car in front of her and the car behind her. She couldn't leave. Now, how is a mother supposed to enjoy kids being back at school if she is boxed in at the school? I guess they could have brought in Jaws of Life and rescued her. I guess it wasn't necessary. I am assuming she got out okay. I mean she looked and smelled clean at church this morning.

I AM JUST TRYING TO DO MY HAIR

A.B. is the mother of three boys. So counting her husband, she lives with four men. She told me last week, that all she was trying to do was do her hair - but they kept running in and out and around her. Obviously the men in her household do not put any significance into good hair days.

Girl, you've got to work on that. You have three future daughter-in-laws counting on you.

THESE ARE THE PEOPLE WHO CAN PUT ME IN A NURSING HOME

A.B. brought it to my attention this morning, that we as the parents of teenagers, have to be nice to them. Why? Because as scary as it seems, these are the people responsible for our care when we get older. (I am shuddering now) My room at the nursing home will be decorated in pink and purple, with boa's for curtains, and army men for knick knacks.

Barbie & Skipper

I could not list favorite toys and such without bringing up Barbie and friends.

I used to play Barbie for hours. I remember playing on our front porch, and Chris B. from down the street coming up and grabbing a Barbie mid-dress and waving her in the air - yelling "naked doll - naked doll." (funny how I remember that) Of course I used to get very mad at him. And that just made him tease me more.

Don't you remember the pink vinyl case that held about 4 Barbies and accessories - the little box at the end of the case - where you would try to stuff all the clothes and shoes? I had a few of those - and then if you were really lucky-you got one of those DELUXE cases - man I was proud of that case. Of course Barbie had dishes, beds, etc. I loved playing with Barbie.

Remember the Barbie make-up/style head? Where you could fix her hair and make-up. Of course eventually the makeup would be used up or broken. And you could actually wear some of the same hair stuff! How cool!

Ken had weird hair and clothes.

I remember Skipper. Barbie was the one you wanted to be like - but Skipper was the one you related to. She had no figure, she was little, and and she wore hand-me-downs from Barbie.

And her hair was always fried. (look at above picture - the one in the middle -see her hair? Barbie and friend are all slicked back and smooth - but poor Skipper her hair is off to the side)

My Aunt Evie one time gave me some old material scraps and safety pins - my Barbies looked so good in the different styles of dress I made from them. Or so I thought.

I think some girls today don't appreciate Barbie as much - because we started buying them too early for them. (my daughter included). From experience - 5 and 6 are good ages to start the Barbie trend.

Views of the new school year....


My daughter - "I love high school. It's freakin' awesome mom." (she left me a voicemail at work)

My son - "It's okay, until you have to do work and when the teacher fusses."

Me: "I thought we wouldn't need as many supplies for a 9th grader - boy was I wrong - so far every class - Expo markers, Kleenex and hand sanitizer. Not to mention $20 fees for locker and agenda, $10 lab fees, $20 for something else. UGGHHHHHHH"
(I am waiting for fundraiser stuff now. Yuck)

The First Day of School

Yep, you want it to last all year. The kids hopping up, happy to be going to school, proud of the new back pack.

I give it a week.

The Obvious Touch of God's Hand

Last night on my way home from work, the grocery store and picking up my daughter- we were almost hit by another car.

This car, driven by a kid- with 2 passengers, pulled out in front of me - they were going so fast. Realizing what was about to happen, the driver straightened but did not slow down-ended up on the wrong side of the road-, and almost hit us head on. I swerved to miss, and thankfully we did and all was okay. We didn't hit anything. The kids raced away. Not stopping to check to see if we were okay.

I keep thinking about the what ifs. What if I had been driving faster? (I am accused of driving too slow by a couple of friends), what if I had not slowed down at that particular turn near the soccer fields? What if I had not been paying attention? What if I had been on the phone? What if...what if...what if....

I was scared, upset and then mad. Feeling these things all at once and then individually as it sunk in.

Now I am relieved and I realize the touch of God's hand. He protected us. God is good.

SELECT THE APPROPRIATE BOX

On applications, employee forms, surveys, etc, you have boxes you check

{} Male o {} Female

{} Married {}Single {} Divorced {}Separated

Income (I just look at the bottom)

Age - now that is a biggie.

With my birthday coming around the corner - I realize I will soon be marking a different category. True, I am not 40 - yet - but it is getting here fast.

I will be categorized differently. I will be in a different category. Do I need to make life changes before my category changes? Hmm.

It's a thought. Now I feel I am under all this pressure to accomplish something before my category changes.

How will I do it?

SHOPPING WITH A TEENAGE GIRL...

It is a land few venture in, only the brave and strong of heart survive.

You could see the survivors everywhere, mothers like me, ready to pull their hair out, or pull their daughter's hair out. The girls rolling their eyes, not quite understanding why we refuse to pay $20 for 3 pair of socks or $40 for a belt (something in me just refuses to pay more for the belt than I did for the pants)

I went shopping with my daughter Friday night.
(My son went along for added fun)

We may have bruises and scars but we survived.

My son said he will never be that much trouble shopping - and I don't have to worry about him shopping at the mall-because he said it is too much trouble and no fun at all. (It took him 15 minutes to pick out a backpack, shoes, socks and a shirt-all of it BROWN - his color of choice this year - he will look like a "critter" all year) I will remind him of this when he was in high school - because from what I saw boys shop in these same stores with the too loud music and counter help the same age as my own kids.

When will I learn? I should just give her the $ and let her go - but no, I have to like care about how it looks and such.

What am I?

Oh, I know, a mom.

Read down a few posts...

I really want a Mrs. Beasley doll.

I think I will try to find one.

MEN

You think women are complicated?

Please.

I am ready to give up and throw in the towel.

Starbucks, keys, Walmart and coat hangers.

This afternoon right before church, my daughter wanted to go to Starbucks - at first I resisted, then thought better, she and I have hit a couple of rough spots of late, we could use the time together.

We go in, I have my debit card.

We order.

I realize I don't have my keys.

I do the initial look everyone in the place thing. Pat down my pockets. I run out to the car - I never lock my doors - this time I did with the keys in them.

We first ask everyone in the place for a coat hanger. No one has anything. (did I mention my cell phone was in the car too?) I am trying very hard to save money - I am not calling a locksmith.

Walmart is across the street, my daughter and I walk to Walmart - we will find a coat hanger - in the process- my daughter is wearing new shoes - slip on canvas shoes - cute cute. They are giving her blisters, so she is walking funny. We make it to Walmart - find the hangers, I send her to find her self some socks. We check out - walk back over to my car at Starbucks. We both get a hanger ready (I had to buy hangers - Walmart did not have any wire hangers - go figure-they use plastic).

We work at it - my daughter finally gets in the window. I take over, and finally I get it unlocked. She and I are laughing and high-fiving each other-whooping and hollering. We look up and the guys working at Starbucks are laughing at us.

What did I learn?
1. To make sure I have my keys. Duh
2. Teenage boys at Starbucks are absolutely worthless when it comes to stuff like this - I shudder at the thought of my daughter dating one of them.
3. The typical guy's guy was no where to be found at Starbucks. Not even a redneck guy who duct tapes everything.
4. My daughter learned how to do something. And it was done without a guy. So there.
5. I did not panic - because about 4 years ago I would have been a wreck.
6. We made it to church - late -but still heard a good sermon
7. I have a good story to tell.
8. I will not lock my doors in my home town.