My other journaling/blogging place has been down for the last couple of days….is driving me crazy!!! Is also where my sister has a blog, and I wanted to get in there and do an entry for her, not to mention one for me….

I’m having enough problems keeping up with entries, I don’t have time for the site to be down, and disrupt my plans……

Well anyway, more later I suppose….Hugs to all my friends.

Just thought I’d pop in for a few minutes, to let everyone know that I’m doing well…A bit hot, as I just finished mowing the yard, but okay otherwise.

It just seems that I don’t have time for much of anything anymore…All the things that I love doing, just seem to be slipping away from me…Not even so much of no time, but more no energy or enthusiasm to do them… Is this a common problem??

On a high note, I talked to my best friend yesturday. Is the first time in months and months that I’ve talked to her…We have been friends for somewhere around 17 years, and although we don’t talk to each other, I feel our friendship is just as strong as it ever was…*LOL* I named my firstborn after her….We made a promise to each other when I was like 12 (she is a couple of years younger), that we would name our first born children after each other….Silly part is, I don’t remember a clause in there if our first born was a boy, but guess I got lucky, since I had a girl….Is it silly to keep a promise like that??….I have never once regretted naming my girl after her…She doesn’t have kids yet, so I’m still waiting to see if she sticks with the childhood promise….Would I be mad if she didn’t?? No, I’d give her a lot of crap about it, but all in fun, and love. In any case, made my day to talk to her…And though I doubt she will ever read this (to busy to have much time on the computer), I send her the biggest of hugs, and lots of love.

Well other than that, not much I can think of, going on here, so will sign off for now….

*hugs* to all my friends!!! I wonder too, if it would be rude, to ask all visitors to sign their name in the “comments” section, so I can see how many people really do read me…..

I got this in an email tonight, from a friend. I think it is very true, and very wise, and I pray that I am a “mean Mom”!!!!

Mean Moms
Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will
tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:

“I loved you
enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom,
and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours
while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15
minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
learn that their parents aren’t perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m
glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the
meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids
ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat
sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all
times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She
had to know who our friends were, and what we were
doing with them. She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve
to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We
had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to
cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash
and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie
awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time
we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had
eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn
when they drove up. They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them. While everyone else could
date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16

Because of our mother we missed out on lots of
things other kids experienced. None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s
property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated,
honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean
parents just like Mom was.”
I think that is what’s wrong with the world today.
It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!
PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW.
(And Their Kids!!!)

Well the first thing I can think of to say is “where did everyone go??”…The last 5 comments or so have all been from Julie…Which I do thank her for stopping by, and commenting…I SOOOOO do love comments!!!!! But where did all my other friends go???

Took Megan to Kansas City today, for the Dr. to look at her legs. Because of her being pigeon toed….Anyway, she has acouple of minor problems, but nothing that requires surgery, which these days, from what the ortho dr said, it’s surgery or nothing….So in one way, we got up at 5:30am and made the EXTREMELY long drive for nothing, but in another way, at least we know there is nothing serious going on!!!!

Desi has a Dr.’s appt. tomorrow, because of her accidents…Megan I have never been overly concerned about, because she is quite a bit younger, and a bit of a late bloomer in MANY ways….But Desi isn’t getting any better with the medicine that the Dr. put her on a week ago…I was supposed to take her back in 2 weeks, but just can’t wait that long…Desi is extremely upset, and embarressed, because I have been having her wear pullups again…She has a self-esteem problem anyway, so I really don’t need this adding to that.

Stopped at a farm and ranch store today, because my sister wanted to get some ducks….and well I started looking at rabbit cages, because the girls have said before that they would like a rabbit…and well then we saw that this store had rabbits. So we looked, and debated forever…and it ends up that the cage that I want goes on sale tomorrow, for $17 less than regular price….Which is a big difference in my life!! Anyway, I am still debating with myself back and forth about whether to do it or not….In one way, I don’t think that they are making enough of an effort towards behaving, to get one….and I don’t want to continually be spoiling them by getting them what they want….BUT on the other hand, I would make that rabbit THEIR complete responsibility, in hopes that they learned some responsibility, and also maybe give them the idea that taking care of something or someone isn’t always the easiest or most fun thing to do….I don’t know!!!! Suggestions anyone????

I’m having a problem….Boy, I seem to have a lot of them don’t I?? *LOL*

Anyway, I have a dog, his name is King. He is a German Shepard…We have had him for about 4 year, maybe 5..We adopted him out of a shelter, when we still lived in Las Vegas….He was so scared when we first got him, that we had to carry him out of the shelter, and for the first 24 hours at home, we had to carry him everywhere, even outside to got potty. the second 24 hours I was the only one that could get him to walk at all….These 4 or 5 years have been wonderful with him!!! He learned his manners well….and grew to be very protective of the girls and I, which has always made me feel safer, knowing he would protect us….Well, this last month or so, he hasn’t been such a wonderful dog….he has been pottying in my house, when I am gone to work, even though I let him out before I leave, and I know he could wait if he so chose to…AND he has started getting into the trash when we go places, tearing it up all over my livingroom floor…Sometimes he will even take stuff off the counters and table too, when we are gone, like loaves of bread and such….I think he does it, because he is mad at us for leaving him. Before someone was almost always home with him, but since my significant other and I broke up, it’s not that way anymore….The girls go to the sitter’s, I go to work, and also all the errands around town and such….We try to spend as much time with him as possible, take him with us to the park, and on other walks, sometimes even take him on a car ride, but that is not enough to keep him happy apparently…..I don’t know what to do!!!!!! I absolutely HATE what he does when we are gone, but I also HATE the idea of getting rid of him!!!!!!!!!! Leaving him outside while we are gone is NOT an option as far as I see it…He is not a young, or exceptionally healthy, besides it gets WAY too hot here in the summer for any living creature to be out, as far as I’m concerned, and sometimes too cold in the winter, regardless of how nice a dog house he might have….Any suggestions as to what I’m supposed to do??? Just thinking about getting rid of him makes me want to cry!!! He is like another child to me….He has always been a very valued family member to me. And yet….CAN”T have him pooping everywhere, or tearing things up all the time!!!!!

Please, any suggestions would be helpful!!!!!!!!!!

This was sent to me in an email….Get your box of tissues, and I hope you enjoy!!!

Always believe in MIRACLES!!  Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin.  The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

“Who is this?” asked Santa, smiling.  “Your friend?  Your sister?”

“Yes, Santa,” he replied.  “My sister, Sarah, who is very sick,” he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

“She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!”
the child exclaimed.  “She misses you,” he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy’s face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

“What is it?” Santa asked warmly.

“Well, I know it’s really too much to ask you, Santa, but ..” the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa’s elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.  “The girl in the photograph…  my granddaughter well, you see …  she has leukemia and isn’t expected to make it even through the holidays,” she said through tear-filled eyes.  “Is there any way, Santa .  any possible way that you could come see Sarah?  That’s all she’s asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa.”

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do.  Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon.  He knew what he had to do.  “What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying,” he thought with a sinking heart, “this is the least I can do.”

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying.  He asked the assistant location manager how to get to Children’s Hospital.

“Why?” Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah’s grandmother earlier that day.  “C’mon….  I’ll take you there,” Rick said softly.

Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.  They found out which room Sarah was in.  A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.

Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed.  The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl’s brother he had met earlier that day.  A woman whom he guessed was Sarah’s mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah’s thin hair off her forehead.  And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah’s aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face.  They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.  Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, “Ho, ho, ho!”

“Santa!” shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IVtubes in tact.  Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.  A child the tender age of his own son — 9 years old — gazed up at him with wonder and excitement.  Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy.  But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes.  His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears.  Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah’s face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa’s shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering “thank you” as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes.  Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she’d been a very good girl that year.  As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl’s mother.  She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah’s bed, holding hands.  Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.

“Oh, yes, Santa…  I do!” she exclaimed.

“Well, I’m going to ask that angels watch over you, “he said.
Laying one hand on the child’s head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed.  He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease.  He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her.  And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, “Silent Night, Holy Night….  all is calm, all is bright.” The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.  When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah’s frail, small hands in his own.

“Now, Sarah, “he said authoritatively, “you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well.  I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!” He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he “had” to.  He had to give her the greatest gift he could — not dolls or games or toys — but the gift of HOPE.

“Yes, Santa!  “Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.
Out in the hall, the minute Santa’s eyes met Rick’s, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.  Sarah’s mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quicklyand rushed to Santa’s side to thank him.

“My only child is the same age as Sarah,” he explained quietly.
“This is the least I could do.” They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do.  Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
“Hi, Santa!  Remember me?!”

“Of course, I do,” Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.

After all, the secret to being a “good” Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the “only” child in the world at that moment.

“You came to see me in the hospital last year!” Santa’s jaw dropped.

Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest.  “Sarah!” he exclaimed.  He scarcely recognized her,for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy — much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before.  He looked over and saw Sarah’s mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.  He had witnessed
–and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about — this miracle of hope.

This precious little child was healed.  Cancer-free.  Alive and well.  He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, “Thank you, Father.  ‘Tis a very, Merry Christmas!

If you believe in miracles you will pass this on…I did!

Recently went over to a friends blog, and saw a button on her sidebar that interested me…It was about modest clothing for children…Which, yes, I am in support of!!!!! My only question, is what defines what is modest or not????

Yes, I agree that clothing is getting way out of hand, in the respect that it is styled like some adults would wear, and styled so immodestly that many adults wouldn’t even wear it, but where does the line get drawn between what is modest and what is not? I am NOT trying to get on the bad side of anyone, in fact I would like to post the button myself, as I am a supporter of modest clothing for adults and children, my problem is, I don’t know where the line gets drawn!!!

I read some of the comments on the site where the button was, and people were talking about not showing belly buttons, and such…..but to me that’s not immodest…Shorts that let half of your rear end hang out, that is immodest…..but I don’t mind letting my girls wear what I call short shorts, but is my view of short short immodest?? Bikinis as a general word I do not find immodest, although me myself do not have the body to make one look nice…..To me it just depends on how it is styled, whether I classify it modest or not….

 Do my different views still qualify me for the button?? *LOL*…As a parent, this really got me thinking…Yes, I let my girls wear things, like shirts showing the belly button, but I still think they dress very modestly….I do not let them wear anything that shows things that it’s not supposed to….

 I don’t know…I’m not even sure I made sense at this point!!! Just something to think about I suppose.

Mastectomy Hospital Bill in Congress

A mastectomy is when a woman’s breast is removed in order to remove cancerous breast cells/tissue.  If you know anyone who has had a mastectomy, you may know that there is a lot of discomfort and pain afterwards.   Insurance companies are trying to make mastectomies an outpatient procedure.  Let’s give women the chance to recover properly in the hospital for 2 days after surgery

        Mastectomy  Bill in Congress

        It takes 2 seconds to  do this and is very important… please take the time and do it really  quick!

        Breast Cancer Hospitalization Bill – Important legislation for all women.

         Please send this to everyone in your address book. If there was ever a time when our voices and choices should be heard, this is one of those times.   If you’re receiving this, it’s because I think you will take the 30 seconds to go to vote on this issue and send it on to others you know who will do the same.

        There’s a bill called the Breast Cancer Patient Protection Act which will require insurance companies to cover a minimum 48-hour hospital stay for patients undergoing a mastectomy.   It’s about eliminating the “drive-through mastectomy” where women are forced to go home just a few hours after surgery y, against the wishes of their  doctor, still groggy from anesthesia and sometimes with drainage tubes still  attached.

        Lifetime Television has put this bill on their web page with a petition drive to show your support.   Last year over half the House signed on.

         PLEASE!! Sign the petition by clicking on the web site below.   You need not give more than your name and zip code number.

         http://www.lifetime tv.com/health/ breast_mastectomy_pledge. html

         This takes about 2 seconds.  PLEASE PASS THIS ON to  your friends and family, and on behalf of all women, THANKS.

Well, as soon as the Dr’s office opens, I am going to make an appointment to get my girls in, because of their continued accidents. Desi is getting worse…Bm’ed her pants in bed last night, was the first time for that…has always been during the day before…

Please pray that everything goes okay. In a way I am even hoping that the Dr’s find something wrong, at least than I might know how to deal with it!!!…Anyway, thank you all for your support.

Went to Walmart today, and I finally got a Bible. Large Print NIV…*LOL* Isn’t pretty sad that at 27 years old I feel the need to get large print?? In all actuality I got the large print for acouple of different reasons…One was, yes it is easier for me to read, but another reason is because in the years to come, as my eyesight gets worse, I didn’t want to have to go out and buy a new Bible, re-underline all my favorite verses and such….

Overspent again at Walmart…seems to be the story of my life lately…*L* Bad me bad me!!! Went looking for a few more things for Meg’s birthday, which is coming up, and well, found some stuff, and of course I could see Desi wanting the same, and didn’t want to take the chance that Walmart would still have those things when her birthday comes around in May…and than I found acouple of very cool things, that again I didn’t want to take the chance that Walmart would still have them come Christmas time, so went ahead and got them…*LOL* Christmas and birthday shopping in one…

Also thought it’d be a good idea to get acouple of things, like sunblock, so I would have it on hand, even though it’s far from sunblock weather around here!!!…*LOL* Rained all day here, and we have a winter weather advisory (or did this morning when I listened to the weather), expecting 3-5 inches of SNOW!!!!!!!!!! It is unbelievable to me that we are expecting snow in the middle of April!!!….Radio said a few days ago, that the last time we had weather this cold, this time of year was back in 1970….*shakes head* I don’t know if this cold spell means we will have a mild summer, or if we will be reminded of living in the Mojave Desert….

Had to get catfood and dogfood today too…*shakes head* I only have 2 cats, and I would swear that one of them eats enough for 2 or 3 cats!!! My old stray cat Mr. Fuzzy…*shakes head* all he does is eat and sleep, and when he sleeps, usually it’s right by the food dish!!! *LOL* Is it because he is lazy, or is he worried that he will be shoved out the door, to fend for himself again??…It seems he has adapted VERY well to this life of luxery he has!! *LOL* Warm house, no rain or other bad weather, plenty of food, and all the loving he can get….He is my sweet boy…His place that he sleeps is on my computer desk…I put the food up here to keep the dog out of it…so here he is, sleeping on my mouse pad, which can be rather inconvient for me, as he is NOT a good substitute for a mouse pad, too much long soft fur for the mouse to roll on…*LOL*

Girls just had to go looking at the animals in the petstore, where we buy cat food…They have decided that they want a rabbit, and a guinea pig….*shakes head*..As if I don’t have enough mouths to feed…*L*…The rabbit wouldn’t be much of a problem, except having to buy the necesary supplies, as I had rabbits I think my entire childhood…But I know NOTHING about guinea pigs, except they are kind of cute…Had a real sweet looking one today, a white and sandy colored one…course Desi like the brown and black one…*sighs* I really wouldn’t mind getting them each a pet, note I said A pet…*LOL*, but the money for the cages is what really bites my budget…but it would become their total responsibility to take care of, which I like that idea, mind I mean with my supervision until they are older…..Desi wanted one today, so badly that she said she would pay me back out of her piggy bank…Sweet thought, except I’m not even sure she would have enough to cover the cost of the animal, let alone the cage and other supplies…

Well guess that’s about all the news for now…*hugs* to my friends…