Love, Growth, and Maturity

I was looking through some old cards of the hubby and mine. We will be married for 10 years in August. Looking back on when we first married I have to say that we did have a whirlwind romance.


I was working at a giant retailer at the time, and he happened to see me working in the electronics department. He eventually started a conversation and we went from there.


I was getting over a BAD relationship with the first husband, trying to raise my three girls and one boy, and working on earning my first degree in college. (Going back to school after a eight year hiatus bites, but I got through it!)


He comforted me, consoled me, and reassured me that I was a strong women who was doing the right thing. I fell head over heels. We were married after two months courting.


The children were in the wedding and really loved having a 'dad' around again. I enjoyed having someone around to talk to and help me with the kids. Some would say I was on the rebound but I never felt as if I was going to give up on the relationship until we were married for about five years.


We never reached the seven-year itch before the real fights began. But we survived it and we are now smiling at each other, making goggling eyes at each other and talking 'dirty' when the kids aren't around. I think the therapist has done her job, but we will still continue to see her until we feel certain that we are absolutely on the right track.


While looking through some of the cards, our wedding cards, anniversary, new additions to the family, millions of birthday cards, and dozens of father and mother day cards, I found some with letters in them.


Have you ever wrote letters to your loved ones trying to explain the content of the card as well as the meaning behind the card?!? Well, if you are the BIBI that is a lot to write down. Being that I AM the talkative kind, I once wrote a letter with a beautiful card that was EIGHT pages long!!


Whew! Was I that into myself then?!?


Endlessly trying to explain why I snapped at him and why he needs to be patient with me and I've had such a shitty childhood that's why I am so messed up. Then spending a page or two apologizing for being me, and asking him to be patient with me because I was sooo screwed up and blah, blah, blah, blah, and blah.


I now realized that a marriage is about two people who share the same common interests and that one person cannot always see life as a victim. I was always making myself into the victim, one who could do no better because of my past. But my past does not define me anymore, because I am now the victor of my own destiny. I make my choices, good or bad, I decide to do better instead of waiting for someone to tell me that I have changed and that I am good now. I no longer acknowledge that little voice in my head that puts me down and tells me that I am no good.


I am good, not perfect, but good. I care, I love, I feel, I embrace my emotions,I laugh, I raise my beautiful children, I strive hard to make my loved ones comfortable, and I work hard at making sure that they are loved. I am me embracing life, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, whether I am sick or healthy. I am me and it is pretty absolutely gucking freat!

A Woman's Week At The Gym

I've told you all about my quest to lose weight. I've joined Sparkpeople in early December 2008 and have made some pretty nifty friends. One in particular whose name is Sparkle1908.

Spark gives us these numbers at the end of our names as if to identify us. Like for example; my sign-in name is BIBI071 on Sparkpeople. Being that I am not born in '71 I don't know how they came up with that number.

Antyways.

Here is her recent experience at the gym. I fell on the floor laughing. I hope you do to!! :-D

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my daughter (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.

I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Belinda, who identified herself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear. My daughter seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
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MONDAY:

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Belinda waiting for me. She is something of a Greek goddess - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!

Belinda gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which she conducted her aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Belinda was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time she was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!
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TUESDAY:

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Belinda made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then she put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. Belinda's rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.

Belinda was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. Her voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when she scolds, she gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.

My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Belinda put me on the stair monster. Why would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Belinda told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. She said some other stuff too.
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THURSDAY:

Belinda was waiting for me with her vampire-like teeth exposed as her thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.

Belinda took me to work out with dumbbells. When she was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. She sent another skinny lady to find me. Then, as punishment, she put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank. _______________________________

FRIDAY:

I hate that cow Belinda more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little cheerleader. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat her with it.

Belinda wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
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SATURDAY:

Belinda left a message on my answering machine in her grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing her voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.

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SUNDAY:

I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my daughter (the little demon) will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!

Now I Know My A B C 's...

I seen this on Sheri's blog and it looked like fun.

Sheri has the neatest blog, and I told her that I would post this some days ago. My bad! Sorry Sheri. Well, it's better late than never I always say!


The rules are :
1. To each letter of the alphabet, write a word connected to you.
2. Tag 6 people.


Coming up with something for each letter proved to be fun. Thank goodness I know the ABC's!


A - Alfalfa. He was a TV star on the show 'The Little Rascals' and Spankys' best friend. I loved his cowlick! My first crush and the obvious effect TV can have on little kids.
B - Books. I love to read. I am a true bookworm.
C - Curves. Have plenty of them. It's just more of me to love that's all!
D - Death. I will never get into a long discussion about it because it scares me to death. No pun intended.
E - Enya. One of my favorite singers. Why?!? I don't know. I guess I like her vocal ability.
F - Friends & Family. Very important. Vital to my life support.
G - Google. I Google everything. I used to be a Yahoo! girl, but now I'm addicted to Google.
H - Hubby. Fave topic to digress about. Can you tell?
I - Ignore. I'm good at ignoring those who annoy me.
J - Job. It sucks that millions of my fellow Americans are losing them left and right. That's why I hardly talk about it.
K - Kangaroo. I've always wanted to know what their fur feels like. And do they really kick you if you get too close?
L - Love. It's obvious that is my number one motivation to live. And you?
M - Money. Don't have enough. Enough said.
N - Numbers. They amaze but also scare me. I so suck at them as well.
O- Open. I am learning to be more open. How am I doing?
P - Parenting. It's a mystery to me. Scares me to pieces as well! Why didn't I just watch TV in bed instead of jumping my old man's bone?!?
Q - Quiet person. Especially when I'm in deep thought.
R - Roses. Love them in all colors. The scent is pretty incredible as well.
S - Sunny days. My favorite kind of days. I'm a much better person to be around when it is sunny outside.
T - Too much television takes up too much of my time. I still watch it though. I'll join a 12 step program one day. Don't hold your breath though.
U - Unfaithful people are not part of my circle.
V - Violin. Want to learn how to play. Personally I believe I'll screech so badly when I put the bow to the strings, that I will attract dogs 10 miles away.
W - Windows Vista is pretty cool. Now if only I could get that little arrow marker to stop clicking on things that I don't want to get into.
X - Xtra xtra. The sleazy show about the Hollywood scene, gives me a daily dose of gossipy sludge.
Y - Yogurt. First thing in the morning. Love all flavors.
Z - Need some zzz's. I'm always tired.


Now how about you give this a try!


Anyone who reads this blog consider yourself tagged! This way I will not leave anyone of you beautiful people out.
:-)

HUH?!?

Recently my logic professor gave me this riddle to help me understand what's really behind my LOGIC 200 class. It is called: "Egocentric Categorical Syllogism"

I am a nobody,

nobody is perfect,

therefore I am perfect.

Damn! I still don't get it!

Again, I've Been Left Speechless!

Cyndi again has awarded me another award. I was totally left speechless when I saw that she gave me not one but two awards.

So through my cloudy mind (and blurry tears), I left a comment on her page. I don’t even remember what I wrote. I just wrote down what came to me and sent it.

Cyndi honey, if you are reading this, please forgive me if my comment made no sense at all. I had the best intentions.

Now I know how the stars feel at the Oscar’s. Yeah, I feel THAT good!

“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

This 'Love Ya' award is sweet as I am always attempting to find new friends.

The people I give this amazing award to are:

Akilah, Chris, Carma, Sheri, Lucy, Mom, Tina, and Christine. Of course I have to add four more just because I love them so: Clarity, Ashley, Leon Basin, and Brenda Susan.

Thank you all again for being such good friends to me. I feel like I am the luckiest woman alive right now!

Okay, not the luckiest, but definitely the most loved. : )

I've Been Acknowledged For Being Me!

And it feels damn great!

Cyndi has awarded me two awards.

This award acknowledges the values that every blogger shows in his/her effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary and personal values every day.

WOW ! I am deeply humbled!

The rules to follow are:

1) Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person that has granted the award and his or her blog link.

2) Pass the award to another 15 blogs that are worthy of this acknowledgment. Remember to contact each of them to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

So the 15 people I am awarding this to are:

Sheri, Akilah, Mom, Chris, Tina, Cyndi (Thank you for the acknowledgment in the first place), Lucy, Nilsa, Deutlich, Lilly, Stone, Carma, Brenda, Ashley, and Maxie.

Thank you ladies for bringing such joy to my life and entertaining a mom who is in need of some adult conversations.

You totally deserve it!

A Mother's Pride and Joy

My daughter and son. He of course does not want to take the picture.


I have a fifteen yer old son. Actually I have three teenagers. But that is for another post. Like I said before there is never a dull moment in the BIBI household.


Especially with my oldest son. Two years ago he began to experience the "puberty" thing at thirteen. Last summer he began to "smell" himself and began to be get very cocky. It's all good. I got him straight, and brought him back to earth with one of my 'if the momma ain't happy, nobody is' discussions. He got the message.


Or so I thought he did.


My talk was essentially about taking care not to smell when you become of a certain age. and as you become older you have to take essential care not to offend anyone.


He wanted to argue. I told him that if he didn't clean his 'pits' that we were going to have a problem. He sulkily went to take a shower. I was happy that I won the battle with the 'child' until I went into his room and discovered a letter that he wrote to himself.


FYI: I snoop on my children in my house all the time. It's my full-time occupation. Antyway...


The letter read:

Reasons Not To Wash

1. I was forced to as a child.
2. People who make soap are only after your money.
3. I wash on special occasions like Christmas and Easter.
4. People who wash are hypocrites--they think they are cleaner than everyone else.
5. There are so many different kinds of soap, I can't decide which one is best.
6. I used to wash, but it got boring so I stopped.
7. None of my friends wash.
8. The bathroom is never warm enough in the winter or cool enough in the summer.
9. I'll start washing when I get older and dirtier.
10. I can't spare the time.

I don't know where he got his writing skills from, but I'm betting the comics that he reads has a lot to do with it.


I let that infraction go. He was soon not to disappoint me again.


Now don't get me wrong, my son is good in school and he loves his teachers. But someone said something to him (an adult of course) and asked him why was he passing notes in class?


It wasn't nothing that serious, just a harmless drawing, but the teacher felt the need to address my son, in front of the whole class!


He (the assistant teacher) then preceded to tell him "That if you do this again I will send you back where you came from, as you will be banished from my class."


My eloquent son told the assistant teacher:


"No you can't, my momma ain't here!"


Why oh why did I ever encourage him as baby to talk?!?

Me, Myself, and I

Okay last week I visited clever girl goes blog and I decided to play the letter game. I did this once with mom some posts ago, but I had the letter G. These kind of tags are always fun.

Tia gave me the letter 'I', which I will now dutifully play. I am suppose to list ten things about the letter 'I'. Here goes:

Ice Cream

What can I say? I love the cold stuff that can give you brain freeze when you eat it too fast. This may be why I have some poundage to lose, but ah well. Nonetheless, be it vanilla, chocolate, fudge swirl, strawberry, or rocky road (my fave), I’ll eat it. Ice cream gotta sell, big girls gotta eat. It’s a never ending cycle.

India

Love Bollywood. Have the movies ‘City of Joy’, ‘Monsoon Wedding’, and ‘A Passage to India’. Haven’t seen Gandhi in a looong time. Have yet to see ‘Slumdog Millionaire’. And I’d love to visit India one day. Perhaps I’ll see Shah Ru Khan (say that three times fast) shake his groove thing Indian style. Some say since we have Indian cuisine and Deepak Chopra, you don’t need India. I beg to differ; I like the real thing!

Igloo

When I was a little girl I once dreamed that I would runaway and be adopted by an Eskimo family and live in an Igloo. Then I grew up. I still dream that one day I’ll build an igloo with my children and that we’ll spend the night in it. A girl can still dream right?

Iris

Lovely flower. Very calm looking and pleasant to the eye. I always admired them but never had the gumption to plant any. But this year it will be different. Instead of ornamental grass and weeds in my flower beds, I’ll plant some irises along with some other flowers as well.

Iced Mocha Joe

Love the drink, and I usually have one on some mornings when I am running errands early in the morning. There is however only one fast food restaurant where I get them from who can make it my way.

iPhone

Don’t own one, wouldn’t mind having one though. Tia talks about the iPhone so much I think I just might try and get one. Perhaps I’ll learn what the Apps REALLY is.

Isis

An Egyptian Goddess of fertility, also known as a winged goddess who represented all that was visible, birth, growth, development and vigor. The ancient Egyptians saw Isis as a benevolent goddess, good and kind. Each pharaoh born was regarded as her son, and Isis loved all creatures like a mother. She was the chaste and devoted wife and as a result most highly regarded among the Egyptian gods. Not that I am into that kind of thing but she is female and the maternity feeling had to come from somewhere, right? Plus the name sounds cool.

I am Sam

Okay, shoot me, not technically an “I” word but it does start with “I” though. Loved the movie, and Sean Penn was excellent as the lead character. Dakota Fanning was great as well. This movie was such a positive reflection of those who are handicapped in our society and how they can, despite their limitations, can hold their own. They are real people, and unlike the rest of the world they are the most compassionate people I know. My aunt has Down syndrome and was born in the 60’s, back in the day when they were called Mongoloids, and they were not expected to live long. The docs in NYC said she wouldn’t live to see eight years old. My aunt is now 44 years old and physically active. She cooks, cleans, washes clothes, walks three miles every other day, and to relax she colors in her coloring books. She is obviously my favorite aunty.

Imagination

Active, very active and wild. I can convince myself that the bogeyman is in my room and I will crawl in one of my childrens bed (which by the way annoys them). Or with my imagination I can make the bogeyman go away. Either way, I’m quirky and active imaginations feed off of that kind of stuff. The only downside is when I am in the PMS mood; my imagination won’t make the annoying people go away.

“I Hate This Part”

A hit song off of the Pussycat Dolls latest CD, ‘Doll Domination’. Okay my imagination is not working for me right now and this is the only thing that I can think of. Love the song, and the Pussycat Dolls are obviously the inspiration behind my drive to losing weight. And when I do lose the weight, I will definitely get the pole. Hey, it’s for exercising people!

I hope that I gave the letter ‘I’ some justice. Okay, Tia that letter was hard, but thank goodness it wasn’t Q, X, or Z. Whew! My head hurts just thinking about the imagination one would have to have to write about either of those letters.

Bloggers Unite!

It’s a worthy cause to join. I’ve never done a picket line, or any demonstrations. I’ve never joined a mass demonstration of any sort, so this cause means a lot to me and I am hoping you can continue the fight. To quote Carma “we get no respect.”

So when I read the blog on Don Mills Diva site, I was flabbergasted. She is a fellow blogger who happens to be a journalist as well. However, some newspaper has decided to ‘copy’ what she has expressed on her blog without giving her, her due credit. This is outrageous, not to mention totally unacceptable.

Now I am just a regular blogger, with a small and vast amount of stories about kids, momma issues, the ‘hubby’, and current events that may or may not be interesting to the fellow blogger. But no one has the right to copy my ‘little’ stories. Even if they are only read by a handful of people. They’re mine!

So anyone who reads this blog please check out Diva and get the badge. Wear it with pride because we deserve some respect as well. Support the cause, because we bloggers have to stick together, one blog at a time.

30-Something Momma With Still a Lot to Learn.

I've learned lots but I still need to learn and understand more. I am always on a quest to learn from my fellow man. The theme for NaBloPoMo this month is WANT. And I want to change. A change for the better person that I can be and will be. It's a ever daunting task but I have to start somewhere. I will start today. Anyone up for the challenge? Tell me what have you learned.

I've learned.... That the best classroom in the world is at the feet of an elderly person.
I've learned.... That when you're in love, it shows.
I've learned.... That just one person saying to me, "You've made my day!" makes my day.
I've learned.... That having a child fall asleep in your arms is one of the most peaceful feelings in the world.
I've learned.... That being kind is more important than being right.
I've learned.... That you should never say no to a gift from a child.
I've learned.... That I can always pray for someone when I don't have the strength to help him in some other way.
I've learned.... That no matter how serious your life requires you to be, everyone needs a friend to act goofy with.
I've learned.... That sometimes all a person needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.
I've learned.... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult.
I've learned.... That life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets to the end, the faster it goes.
I've learned.... That we should be glad God doesn't give us everything we ask for.
I've learned.... That money doesn't buy class.
I've learned.... That it's those small daily happenings that make life so spectacular.
I've learned... That under everyone's hard shell is someone who wants to be appreciated and loved.
I've learned.... That the Lord didn't do it all in one day. What makes me think I can?
I've learned.... That to ignore the facts does not change the facts.
I've learned.... That when you plan to get even with someone, you are only letting that person continue to hurt you.
I've learned.... That love, not time, heals all wounds.

I've learned.... That the easiest way for me to grow as a person is to surround myself with people smarter than I am.
I've learned.... That everyone you meet deserves to be greeted with a smile.
I've learned.... That there's nothing sweeter than sleeping with your babies and feeling their breath on your cheeks.
I've learned.... That no one is perfect until you fall in love with them.
I've learned.... That life is tough, but I'm tougher.
I've learned.... That opportunities are never lost; someone will take the ones you miss.
I've learned.... That when you harbor bitterness, happiness will dock elsewhere.
I've learned.... That I wish I could have told my Dad that I love him one more time before he passed away.
I've learned.... That one should keep his words both soft and tender, because tomorrow he may have to eat them.
I've learned.... That a smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.
I've learned.... That I can't choose how I feel, but I can choose what I do about it.
I've learned.... That when your newly born child holds your little finger in his little fist, that you're hooked for life.
I've learned.... That everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.
I've learned ... That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.
I've learned.... That the less time I have to work with, the more things I get done.
To all of you.... Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.

So fellow bloggers, what about you? What have you learned in life so far?

These words were written by Andy Rooney, a man who has the gift of saying so much with so few words.

Yours Truly,

Dear Mr. Groundhog,

Thanks for telling us that we have another six weeks of winter. Once again you have let me down. I am not a fan of winter. Except when I am codling up in my bed with a good book and a cup of hot cocoa. But your fans in Punxstawney, PA love you. They obviously like the idea of you telling them that winter will extend itself for another six weeks. They must love the tortures of ‘ol man winter.

Now we definitely have six more weeks of winter. Here’s looking at you kid.

But are you sure? You know after coming out of a hole for what seems like an entirety, might it have dulled your eyesight? The sun can cause blindness if you look at it suddenly having been in the dark for so long.

This somber news couldn’t have come at a more exciting time for us football fans. Especially us ‘Steelers’ fans!

I don’t know if you realize it being that you are holed up in that hole but, they did make history last night. They are the only NFL team to have won six (YEAH 6 baby!!!) Super Bowls.

Their coach, Martin Tomlin, is the 2^nd black coach to win the Super Bowl as well. That interception by Harrison followed by a 100 yard dash to make a touchdown will go down in NFL history books. They came back in the fourth quarter with a touchdown by Satanio Holmes in the last 35 seconds. What a game!!!

But all of these details don’t really mean anything to you do they? Just out of a courtesy to those of us who can’t stand winter, could you perhaps put a blindfold on when you go to see your shadow next Ground hog day?

Yours truly,

*BIBI*

PS. I don’t hate you, I just like spring to come as soon as possible.

Sisters......

I’ve had this ‘memo on life’ note for a long time from a good friend of mine. I thought it only proper to share this note today with all the women who read my blog to celebrate the momentous occasion of our President signing the first Bill today in the White House on equal pay for women. Its called the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act and I feel that such a joyous affair should be celebrated with a letter praising all of us fine women what a great species we are when we DO stick together. Even if the men in our life don’t agree.

A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot humid day, drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. As they talked about life, about marriage, about the responsibilities of life and the obligations of adulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in her glass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glance upon her daughter.

“Don’t forget your Sisters,” she advised, swirling the tea leaves to the bottom of her glass. “They’ll be more important as you get older. No matter how much you love your husband, no matter how much you love the children you may have, you are still going to need Sisters. Remember to go places with them now and then; do things with them; keep in touch by mail. And remember that “Sisters” also means your girlfriends, your daughters, and other women relatives too. You’ll need other women. Women always do.”

“What a funny piece of advice!” the young woman thought. Haven’t I just gotten married? Haven’t I just joined the couple-world? I’m now a married woman, for goodness sake! A grownup. Surely, my husband and the family we may start will be all I need to make my life worthwhile!

Nevertheless, she listened to her mother. She kept contact with her Sisters and made more women friends each year. As the years tumbled by, one after another, she gradually came to understand that her Mom really knew what she was talking about. As time and nature work their changes and their mysteries upon a woman, Sisters are the mainstays of her life. Almost 60 years of living in this world, here is what I’ve learned:

Time passes.

Life happens.

Distance separates. Children grow up.

Love waxes and wanes.

Hearts break.

Cheers end.

Jobs come and go.

Parents die.

Colleagues forget favors.

Men don’t call when they say they will?

BUT Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A Sister is never farther away than needing her can reach.

When you have to walk that lonesome valley, and you have to walk it for yourself, you Sisters will be on the valley’s rim, cheering you on, praying for you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf, and waiting with open arms at the valley’s end. Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walk besides you. Or come in and carry you out.

My mother, mother-in-law, daughter, daughter-in-law, sister, aunts, grandmothers, and “girlfriends” do bless my life! The world wouldn’t be the same without them, and neither would I.

When we began this adventure called womanhood, we had no idea of the incredible joys or sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each other. Everyday we need each other still. Pass this on to the women who help make your life work.

I just did.

Spreading the Love of Blogging One Tag at a Time

This Q & A came to me by Speedcat Hollydale courtesy of Mimi Queen of Memes who had the first blogosphere – wide Tag out for 2009.

MIMI DECREED: I took the liberty of shortening it a bit. And since it's my first meme of the New Year I've decided to TAG the entire universe. You knew that was coming sooner or later didn't you......and let's not, shall we, forget about the dreaded dungeon, my little peeps. (What is a peep anyway?) It's still there. I'm still Queen. And most of you are still in it. To tell you the truth, I'm gettin' a little tired of your endless whining about the food and service. You KNEW when you signed up for this gig (are you listening single guys?) that I can't cook, can't clean (are you listening??!) and can't keep a housekeeper. Let's get on with it, okay? Time's a wastin'!

Okay I know it is January 12, 2009, and I am a little late in getting this out, but what the heck! It’s fun to do and it also keeps me occupied.

However; I did embellish it and added a few different questions. I know this is a LOT of questions so whoever does do this blog, award yourself. ( See the sidebar for the award!)

• When was the last time you splurged on a gift for yourself? Dec 24, 2008. I bought myself a new stereo. With hubby’s money of course.
• Have you ever bought yourself a gift for Christmas, Valentine’s Day, a birthday or any other occasion and then wrapped it up and pretended it was from someone else? Nah. If I didn’t like it one of my kids would snatch it up for themselves. There are plenty of them to go around so no one is ever without.
• Have you ever sent yourself flowers, chocolates or anything else to your place of employment so it seemed as if someone else were sending you a gift? Nope! Such a waste of time! No one would believe it’s from the hubby anyway. He does cards.
• How often do you text message? Never, don’t know how.
• Is there someone you’d like to fix things with? My hubby. I still don’t know what’s got his underwear in such a twad.
• Are there any previous relationships you wish could have lasted longer? Yep, with the EX. Only long enough to drop kick his butt and park him, wrapped in duct tape in front of the nearest loony bin.
• When do you blow out the candles? On my next b-day. October 10, 2009.
• Do you give out second chances too easily? When dealing with the kiddies, I sometimes get real upset and count to ten before I even say anything to them. By the time I get to eight I’m pooped and wave them away for another chance to deal with them later.
• What’s the next big decision you will have to make? To get up and walk the ¼ mile to the mailbox.
• If you could cuddle with anyone right now, who would you pick, and why? Anyone or anything? If it it’s anything it would be my koala bear Lola. She’s stuffed! Anyone, would be hands down Trinity. She is the cuddliest two year old I know.
• Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now? My relatives. Distant relatives.
• Who was the last person to REALLY piss you off? The ‘HUBSTER’!
• Would you ever want to be a supermodel? Nope. Don’t like makeup, skimpy clothes that show off the ‘jiggles’, and hot lights. I’ll feel like a blimp in melted makeup.
• Do you know what you will wear tomorrow? Yep. I’m very predictable. Grey sweats, grey T-shirt, and slippers and socks. Yep. And very mommafied.
• Your motivation for tomorrow? Counting down the days until LOST comes on ABC. 9 days and counting.
• What is the last thing you put your lips against? A hot cup of green tea.
• Have you ever gone two or more days without changing your underwear? Yep. Weren’t you a child once?
• Have you ever accidentally eaten an insect? Plenty. The biggest one was in some fresh lettuce that I got out of my garden.
• What serial killer do you find most disturbing? Jack the Ripper. If Sweeney Todd was real, he’d be on my list as well.
• Are you ever purposely irritating? Yup to the hubby. Just to get my own way. *slapping the back of hand* Bad Girl! Bad!
• What was the last thing you used you debit card for? To buy some cough drops. *Ahem* I have a tickle in my throat.
• Are you cheating on your significant other right now? If fantasying with being with a hot hunk like *ahem*… Dr. McDreamy then yes I am dreaming …er uh cheating.
• Are you contemplating cheating on your significant other right now? Nah. Too much lying and hiding. And I am not good at either.
• When was the last time you sat down and watched kiddie cartoons? ‘Tom and Jerry’ today at 12:00 P.M. on Cartoon Network. I’m a big kid deep inside!
• Do you sleep with one leg out from under the covers? Nope. I am a pure cocoon when I sleep. Yep wrapped up just like a butterfly ready to emerge for a new day. *snort* AS IF!
• Do you have any text messages that you would be embarrassed to let your mom read? Nope. Don’t text. Mom wouldn’t know how to find them anyway.
• How old would you be when you finally have kids/ or next kids? What are you kidding?!? My momma factory is closed!
• Have you ever thought about converting to a new religion? Nope. Wait now… to be a Jedi Knight would be totally awesome. At least that’s what the Brits say!
• Do you know anyone with the same first name as you? Yes, plenty. Don’t like them much however.
• When was the last time you went to church? Winter 2006. It was very, very cold that day.
• What song plays on your Myspace profile page? Myspace? What the heck is Myspace? I’m just getting used to this goggle thing.
• What were you doing the last time you were in the bathroom? Reading a magazine and ignoring the insistent banging on the door from a munchkin to “LET ME IN!”
• Have you ever had a Razr as a phone? Nope. Want one though.
• Which energy drink is better; Amp or Rockstar? Amp or Rockstar? Who the hell knows?!? I drink neither.
• Would you rather eat a Milky Way or eat a Twix? Both and hide in the bathroom with a magazine.
• Do you like that new shoe smell? What ?!? No. smells like dead leather. Wait, leather is dead.
• Do you like the taste of licorice? Yes!! I LOVE licorice.
• Would you ever walk around with a free hugs sign like the dude on YouTube? Just for kicks. I would do it if I was in NYC. No one would probably give me a hug though.
• Did you ever flip out on a teacher and walk out of a class? Nah. I flipped a teacher once behind my textbook though. I guess that doesn’t count.
• Do you/did you ever have dreams of being a rock star? Nope. An actress once. That’s because I can’t sing. I sound like a prepubescent boy with a cold.
• If vegetarians think it’s wrong to eat living things, why do they eat plants? Tie me up and paint my ass green ‘cause I have no idea.
• If you were to compare your real family to a TV family, which one would they closely resemble? ‘The Proud Family’ on Disney.
• What advice would you give to a new blogger? Hold on and hang in there. People will soon find out who you are and what you are all about.
• What imaginary pet would you love to own? A unicorn.
• What was your favorite book as a child? ‘There’s a Nightmare in my Closet’, by Mercer Mayer. I was a spooky child.
• Out of all the cars you owned which one was your favorite? My current one, my Expedition.
• What is the coldest place/state that you ever visited? Michigan
• As a child did you ever walk to school or carry your lunch? Huh?!? I’m confused. I did neither.
• Did you ever have such a busy day that you didn’t know whether to scratch your watch or wind your behind? Yup. Like today. I am suppose to be doing an assignment for class and can’t seem to focus on my studies.
• Ever rode in a hot air balloon? Nope. Scared of heights. Soooo scared of heights!!!
• Have you ever fainted? Yes once. Right after I had baby number one.
• What is your favorite quote? “The choices you make in life, dictate the life you live. To thine ownself be true”.

Okay, now for the fun part. For this task I will tag everyone. Everyone that I have ever read, commented on their blog or just simply visited. This way I won’t leave anyone out. Those interested, accept this tag and pass it on to anyone I’ve missed on my list.

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I got a letter!!!

Here’s a shout out to 'The Mind of a Mom' who gave me a letter. She is playing an online game and I asked to participate. I got the letter ‘G’ and I’m suppose to write 10 things about my life using the letter ‘G’.

Here it goes! Enjoy!

Girls: I birthed five of them. Ages 16, 13, 11, 6, and 2. There is never a dull moment with them around. They all have thick hair which always manages to swallow the comb whenever I try to wrestle with it.

Goldfish: I had sixteen of them in the last 3 years. I adore goldfish, especially when they get big and fat and they seem to ask you for their food in the morning. If I could afford a bigger aquarium I’d buy more. However, my aquarium is empty now. They never want to stay with me. I guess they like goldfish heaven so much that can’t wait to get there soon as I bring them to my house.

Good: I like good things. Good people, food, politics, co-workers, days, music, furniture, husbands, movies, books, children, pets (if I had any) and a good cup of tea. I drink two cups of green tea a day.

Google: This search engine is a life saver! If it wasn’t for school I think I would have taken out an ad looking for “a good friend to share a few laughs with”. But I found you cool guys and I am thoroughly enjoying the company. With Google set as my homepage I can search, and search, and search, and still never find anything. But that’s okay, I found some cool people to hang out with over the net.

Grades: Since I am a student I guess I should include this in my list. However, my grades aren’t that important. It’s my children who are in school who make the good grades (I do okay). They’re all on the honor roll! (They have inherited that from MY side of the family)!!

Gray: I hate the color gray!!! I wear grey sweats at home all the time. I have a gray koala bear that sleeps with me when the hubby is in the doghouse. I have three gray hairs in the front of my hairline. I hate the color gray!

Grapes: Be they purple, red, green, or seedless I love ‘em. They are one of the first fruits that I ate when I first regained my ability to speak after falling out of the top bunk as a child. I wouldn’t eat or talk for three days after I fell. (Hmmmmm… I remember my mom having a lot more gray hairs after that particular episode as well).

Green: I love the color green. My bedroom has green carpet. I also have a green momma mini van. I sometimes lie in the green grass and enjoy the aroma (my allergies however hate me for that). I love St. Patty’s day because of all the green. I love when my children wear green clothes. The only time that I don’t like green is when it’s the shade of one of my critters face and they want to ‘show-off’ what they ate for dinner the night before.

Grey’s Anatomy: It’s my favorite T.V show! I can’t get enough of it. I guess it helps to be in the right field of study huh? Anyway, I will buy the complete set on DVD one day, and cozy up with the gray koala and a cup of green tea.

Groceries: They are in abundance at my house. If we are down to one gallon of milk the critters start acting like a great biblical famine is about to hit. However, I do enjoy a good 18 mile trip to the grocery store. I love shopping for food and being greeted by a door greeter who frowns and points me to an empty cart only to discover that its someone else’s cart with their child still in it! I love pinching the melons and thumping the tomatoes to see if they are ripe. I love seeing the egg cartons, and when I open them I love watching the slimy yolk drip from the broken shell and onto my new shoes. I love seeing spills in the isles and the slovenly maintenance crew step over the mess. But my biggest fantasy is to go shopping, filling up two or three carts, and a rich philanthropist is right behind me and offers to pay for my grocery bill.

Just the groceries. The other stuff I can handle. I think.