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First and foremost, I am a child of God! I am also the wife of a superhero who has loved and supported me since I was a child. I am a mother of three wonderful children who have taught me how to live, love and throw mini temper-tantrums and hissy-fits (especially now that they are older)! AND [very exciting] I'm an author! My book, A Little Yellow Star, is a Christian Children's book about seeing God in all things. There is more information at the bottom of my blog - Hope you'll check it out, and if you do, I hope you LOVE it!!

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Disappointment and the Art of Dealing With It.

I have this weird quirk about me; I have to be liked by all! Yes, I know, that is virtually impossible to have everyone in the Universe like me, but I don’t see why!? I go out of my way to be friendly, sincere and happy. It is my mission to find a positive attribute in everyone, so why the same feat can’t be attempted with me is a mystery. So, my next question is this; why do I take it so hard when I’m not liked?

I can’t answer that question because that’s another one of my weird quirks; I cannot accept rejection. Even from strangers. To be ignored by a group of people that I don’t know figuratively kills me. To have a professor that makes comments to everyone except me drives me mad. Family or even friends that turn out to be fake and ugly inside hurts me the most. Then there’s that fear that if I say something then I’ll be even more disliked…it’s a tangled web of weirdness that I’m having a hard time coming to terms with.

So how do I deal with it? You’re looking at it! That’s right; the art of dealing with my problems is my blog. I’m also working on a new book which is really cathartic and, when all else fails, I will be writing down very specific names and killing them in my next novel! Sad but true!

Here’s where you come in – it makes me feel so much better when I know that I’m not the only one who deals with this kind of stuff. I’d love to hear your own personal story, antidote or if you just want to share a virtual hug!

I received this earlier from a very sweet and caring friend and I wanted to share it with you:

David J. Pollay explains his story in this way....

Sixteen years ago, I learned this lesson. I learned it in the back of a New
York City taxi cab.

Here's what happened.

I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station.

We were driving in the right lane when, all of a sudden, a black car jumped
out of a parking space right in front of us.

My taxi driver slammed on his breaks, skidded, and missed the other car's back
end by just inches!

The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped
his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. My taxi driver just
smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean...he was friendly.

So, I said, "Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and
sent us to the hospital!"

And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, "The Law of the
Garbage Truck."

"Many people are like garbage trucks.

They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger and full
of disappointment.

As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it.

And if you let them, they'll dump it on you.

When someone wants to dump on you, don't take it personally.

You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You'll be happy you did."

I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And
how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people: at work, at
home, on the streets? It was that day I said, "I'm not going to do it anymore."
Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. Love the people who
treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't. Believe that everything
happens for a reason.

Never let the garbage truck run over you....
Choose to have a great day.

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Giving Hat

Seven years ago I was sitting in the hospital being treated like a superhero, but all I really wanted to do was visit with him; I wanted to know that he was ok, to make sure that all of this wasn’t done in vain. Turns out, it wasn’t! He was fine. Better than fine; he was alive, and his body was fully functioning with its new kidney. I thank God everyday for speaking to me and telling me to do this. I thank God that my dear friend is still alive and well; no more dialysis, no more extensive doctor’s visits, no more missing church. No more worries about what tomorrow will bring. He has his whole life ahead of him and he owes me only one thing…to live it wholeheartedly and for the Lord above who brought us together.

Thank you Rick for being so strong, I’ve learned so much more from you than you could ever imagine. Thank you for not treating me any differently but thank you for treating me like the sister I am; the sister in Christ and the sister that our alleles prove I am. You are my hero and, for all that you are, I thank you.

Here’s to seven years and many, many more!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Dandelion Dreams

Picture by: Sidney Carter

I take a deep breath in,
I close my eyes.
My thoughts cross my path;
Bigger than life,
Bursting at the seams
Vast in content,
Do I wish for love, life, prosperity?
My children… myself?

I open my eyes; second-guessing!
An idea,
Then a smile…

I close my eyes,
I inhale; sure of my notion.
I exhale…

Tiny seeds take flight,
With my wishes and my dreams on their wings.
I watch them soar,
 Gaze their flutter,
Observe my vision flicker to the heavens.

Will they arrive safely?
Will they be met with disdain?
Or will they spread their seeds of love
And grow for the world to see…

…and wish upon in the future?

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Love Letters

Fourteen years ago, yesterday, my husband proposed to me. We had found out a little over a month prior that I was pregnant, we were planning on moving out and that in itself was very trying on us. We’d recently broken the news to both sets of parents and the stars were aligning…but not without a lot of stress. And, being pregnant, my stress seemed to be amplified and frequent.
My wonderful husband had Valentine’s Day all planned out but what he hadn’t planned on was a hormone enraged girlfriend who had just had the worst day of her life…on February Eleventh! I was going through everything in my mind and I was, to put it simply, FREAKING OUT!!
He was trying to convince me that everything was going to be alright and persuade me to have a little faith, but I was hysterical. So, he decided that moment would be the best time to ask me. He dropped to one knee (which, incidentally, I hadn’t noticed) and he handed me a piece of paper. It had the most beautiful poem on it (which I’m not sharing) and the last four lines read this:
The Lord Above
Has directed us together in life
Now the only question that remains is Faith Harmony
Will you be my wife?
Awwwwww!!! Bring on the water-works! I notice that he was on one knee and he had a ring in his hand. SO sweet! And that was the beginning of many, many more days where my husband would help me through panic, depression and Freak-Out moments with a sweet word or a pretty gift. He’s the best!
But, we still fight about when he actually proposed to me. In his mind, he proposed on Valentine’s Day. I still have the poem he wrote and it, too, is dated 2-14-98…but, a woman doesn’t forget the day she became engaged! I guess this will always be a debate with us but, since I’m the only one with a blog who can broadcast to the world, I win!
I hope everyone had a wonderful February 11th and has an even better Valentine’s Week!

He's SO goofy ;)

Monday, February 6, 2012

Look Forward To SOMETHING!

It's coming...Valentine's Day is almost here. What are you wishing for this year? Love? Diamonds?? Peace and quiet? Whatever you are wishing for, I hope you get it. I’ve had so many people ask me; “Why are you so excited about Valentine’s Day?” Well, the truth is, why not be excited? I’ve made it my mission this year to look forward to at least one thing a month. That’s not hard, is it?

Think about when you where a child… __________ was just a short time away and you could not think about anything else. You were so excited for ___________ that you talked about it all the time, you dreamt of it at night and you played the day over and over for weeks leading up to the big day. Why does that have to change just because we’re adults? Why does it have to be only “Big” events? Who says that a simple dinner with the family can’t be as anticipated as Christmas Day? I say we pull out the fancy china more than twice a year. I am a strong believer that if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself. That does not exclude holidays!  Go and buy yourself flowers and jewelry because YOU love you. And look forward to something, anything! If you’re in charge, I know it can be a special occasion, no matter what the occasion is…Let’s live a little!

So that is my challenge for you this month – look forward to Valentine’s Day. Whether you’re single, married, in a relationship, in a relationship but wish you were single or just plainly and simply happy – you deserve a special day. Don’t wait for someone else to spoil you, go buy that _________ for yourself. Don’t wait for him/her to read your mind and do something special for you; treat yourself; you deserve it! And, if you are lucky enough to be in a relationship with a  psychic genie who can read your mind and give you all the desires of your heart, then my challenge for you is to spoil them. Make it your mission, at least once a month, to read their mind and grant their wishes. You can do it because you are YOU and you are wonderful!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Valentines Day Diamante

It's coming...Valentines Day is right around the corner! I love Valentines Day; I'll tell you later why I love it so much. For now, though, enjoy this fun and creative poem and the picture of my super-goofy husband:

Passionate, Zealous
Cherishing, Loving, Entertaining
Treasure, Gift, Dream, Expectation
Unending, Unfailing, Eternity
Dependable, Reliable

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


My Stay-At-Home-Mom Hat!
I’m wearing my Stay-At-Home-Mom hat today, and not the pretty one! No, the pretty one looks so good on me. It makes me want to wake up with a smile, make my husband breakfast and kiss him as he’s leaving for work. My good Stay-At-Home-Mom hat makes me smile all day while I’m cleaning the kitchen and doing the laundry. It makes me hum along with Beethoven’s Ninth while I’m scrubbing floors and cleaning toilets. My nice Stay-At-Home-Mom hat makes me feel like making a four-course dinner with the fine china and flowers, just because, for my wonderful family…
No, my friends, today I am NOT wearing my good Stay-At-Home-Mom hat! Today, I overslept and my husband went to work with no breakfast or lunch. But, that’s ok, because when he gets home he will be so ravenous that he’ll eat all the kid’s lunch snacks and I’ll have to make yet ANOTHER trip to the grocery store to restock. My daughter, who’s thirteen (UGH!), shared her extra special, hormone enraged attitude with me before school – I love those special mother-daughter moments with her! And the boys? Yes, let’s talk about those wonderful little boys of mine…
If they don’t get a full twelve hours of sleep at night I, literally, have to pull them by the toes to get them moving in the morning. So after screaming at them to “GET UP!” for over a half an hour, they finally get dressed and move to the dining room for breakfast. That impossible task takes a good twenty minutes because first we have to complain about the cereal that they don’t like. Then they have to blame each other for eating the cereal that they do like. Don’t forget the drink that must accompany the cereal that has milk in it. I don’t get that!! The dishes in the dishwasher are dirty, so why do they stack dirty dishes on the counter? Put them in the dishwasher!! They get that from their dad. Oh, wait, Elijah forgot to do part of his homework last night. Great, let’s do it NOW!
Finally, we all get out the door (and by some miracle, on time) on the bus and off to school. All I can hope is that they stay out of the nurse’s office and I’m free and clear until 3:30 pm, which comes before you know it and then the craziness begins all over again…
Do homework, make dinner, clean the kitchen…wait, again!? Get ready for tomorrow; Do you have clean clothes? Take showers, make lunches; I hope I remembered to make my husbands. Don’t forget the dogs, who have been neglected all day and have left a present, to show their appreciation, on MY rug! My husband comes home; “What’s for dinner and what did YOU do today?” Hmmmmm!?! I think I’ll take my Mother-Of-The-Year trophy, empty the fancy out of it and add some whine to it…wait, I mean wine!

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Angry Bird or Greedy Pig!?

Don’t get me wrong, I love this game. I even have a “Seasons” version. I bought that stupid eagle because I was so desperate to pass difficult levels that I couldn’t wait…I had to cheat! But, the writer inside has to over think and over analyze everything, and in this case, it was just too easy.
Sure, the birds are Angry; they just had their babies stolen. Who wouldn’t be an angry bird if, one day, you are just minding your own business, going out to pick up a few provisions for your family and when you arrive home your beloved little ones are missing? One, like me, would have to ask; why are you leaving helpless children in the nest all by themselves? Am I wrong? I’m also curious why, if you can climb a huge sling-shot, why can’t you put your eggs into a tree like a normal bird!? Granted, those crafty pigs can get into huge apparatuses made of wood and concrete, so they could possible get into a tree… let’s  turn our attention to the pigs. They are merely going out to pick up a few provisions for their family and low and behold, provisions! I mean, really!? Their pigs!
So, you see my point and now you will never be able to play that game without thinking of me. This is all part of my master plan *Evil laugh*! And, truth be told, I only wrote this because I haven’t been writing for a while and this is the first thing that popped in my head and secondly, I had this picture taken and I couldn’t resist posting and blogging about it.
Goodbye for now…