BOO!

Halloween wraps fear in innocence, As though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror then, be turned into a treat...

~Nicholas Gordon

Good girl

I am a good girl. Ask my friends. Ask my family. Ask the neighbors. Ask my kids. I am a nice girl. Too. nice. too. good. I have always trusted people. I have always put my faith in people, even if they give me reasons or warning signs not to.


My friends make fun of me because I spell my cuss words. When I am very mad. I spell them. I am proud of that. As my mom always said, no one likes a potty mouth. It's true. Talk like a lady, be treated like one, right?

I believe in pinky swears and promises. I have a horrible disorder though. I tell on myself. Have since I was little. I believe in the clean slate theory. If you have a clean slate you don't have to worry about erasing anything to hide it from anyone. You are open, honest, trustworthy.

There aren't many people in this world who are this way. It is very scary. People lie easily. Who does it hurt? People like me. People like me who believe in pinky swears, promises and truth and clean slates. Not perfect, I have made SOOOO many mistakes. But when it comes to my mistakes they have always been followed up by a lesson.

I am very non judgmental. I think that comes with the honesty thing. People who are honest usually admit their faults and also see others with faults as human and don't judge. I think it goes hand in hand.

I believe in gut feelings, uneasy knots in your stomach when you know something is not right. I think God gives us those uh-oh, somethingsnotright feelings. I really do. I think you choose to listen to them or you choose to ignore them and then learn your lesson later.

I have had to pay attention lately to my gut instincts. I didn't like it. Didn't like what it told me. So kept ignoring it. It ate away at me and I didn't eat. Felt stressed. Finally woke up and realized what was in front of me all along. My lesson? Listen to your gut feelings. Quickly.


I can't lie. I think if I did I would probably throw myself into a convulsion. Or if I thought about lying I would display some type of tick. My friends know I can't lie. I will tell on myself if I do.


Wouldn't it be awesome if people's noses did actually grow like Pinocchio when we lie? How funny would that be? How honest would we all learn how to be?

Life is too short. Be you. Be yourself. At the end of the day, make sure your slate is clean, and your nose is short.

Steppin out with my bloggy...

Can I get a big round of applause?!!! I AM BLOGGING AT HOME!!!!! Imagine me, right now, doing a happy dance! AT HOME!!!! No ringing office phone to distract me in the middle of my post, noooo! Although I do have a little one who just brought me the jug of orange juice. Ugh, distractions! Who, cares though? I am typing at home, on my blog- and I am so very excited.

My dad is so funny about my blog. My mom tells me he checks into it quite often and gets a kick out of reading it. I love my dad. He is an inspiration to me. I don't know if I tell him enough, but he is. He knows why I think that, don't you dad?

As I have become a single mom my dad has become my knight in shining armour, mister fix-it, handyman, broken heart fixer and proof there are still amazing men out there. I have mentioned before my dad is a man of few words. But when he speaks his words matter. I want to be like that. Say very little, but say what needs to be said at the exact moment I intend to say it.

So dad, I hope I can give you some better reading material. I know since I started this blog I have had such a life changing event I almost shut it down. I haven't been able to post much because I only had a office computer. One more goal checked off for me!

Now whattheheck do I talk about?

Anyone?

Bueller?

Witchy woman

I can't tell you how many times I have logged on to post on my blog. It's so hard at work! I am still computerless at home as NO donations have come in to date (come on people, aren't I a good enough charity) Did anyone not read my post on blogging therapy? I need my therapy AT HOME too not just AT WORK!!! PPPPTTTTTHHHHHH!!!!

I love to blog. I can't wait until I have a computer at home so I can post whenever I darnwellplease. I will have so much fun searching for clip art to my hearts desire and coming up with new ideas and really pimp my blog. OK, not pimp. Shabby it up. Gets me excited!

Posting when I am down does make me feel better. It's like an online therapist. A journal. It's indescribable until you try it yourself. When you have a bad day, sit down and post. You feel a little bit lighter, it's true! Try it.


Maybe if I could post every day I would be in a better mood. Take time for myself and carve out a little time every day (or almost every day) to post. I deserve it! All busy moms do. I feel like I am always rushing and scurrying around like a mouse on red bull. Seems like there are not enough hours in the day. But I am happy and content in my life, just in a mylifeisflyingbywaytofastitsmakingmecrazy mood. Need to take time to slow down..... and blog.

Still taking donations! Heehee.