One of those days

Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go quite right. Well I've been having quite a few of those and then something on the edge of my desk, under that stack of stuff people keep piling on, I found a book my mom gave me for graduation - it is one of those "don't ever give up your dreams ones". well anyways I flipped it open and came across this great little poem/saying. I hope you feel better - I know I did:

Don't ever give up your dreams

I know you're going to make it...

It may take time and hard work

You may become frustrated and at times you'll feel like giving up

Sometimes you may even wonder if it's really worth it

But I have confidence in you and I know you'll make it if you try.

I read this a few times and decided that this is something that my grams would say to me, and my mom used to say in her own way.

Just trying to get through it all - my night schooling is wrapping up and I should be studying for the final test on Monday, my job sucks and I'd rather be doing what I love (taking care of kids), and my family life has been kinda sucky - but I know eventually it'll get better. It's just that I have to be strong enough to get through it and I know I am!!

Rummage Sale Weekend!!

What a long weekend this turned out to be. Actually it started more like last weekend because I had to sort through all of the stuff I was going to try to sell and price it all. Got that all done and then most of this last week we began setting up in our garage. I cannot believe how long set up takes compared to tear down!

Oh the people that show up to these things. I understand that it's a rummage sale, but come on people - I'm not giving up my stuff without getting at least a few bucks for it. People tried dickering with us over the measliest of $$. I do realize that people do not want to pay top dollar for something that someone else has worn or used, but come on do they have to be such tight-asses??

Well, in the end we made a little $$, got rid of a few things we no longer needed, and made some room in the basement. Overall, I'd have to say we will do this again because there is always more crap to be found in my house that isn't being used and isn't necessary to hang onto. I'm just so glad that for now it's over and I hope that I can force myself to put those goofy little price stickers on the next batch of stuff I chuck into the pile to sell so I won't end up losing valuable time out of another weekend pricing it all.

Advice from a parent

All right here it is my first posting. I found this card my mom gave me for my graduation and every now and then I take it out and read it. There are days it just hits a lot closer to home and I hope that those parents who are out there and read this feel the same way.



In the Words of a Parent Who Loves You...


I hope you'll take a minute to listen to something that needs to be said.

It's something about being a parent - like me, and having a child - like you.

It's also about love - and how it shows itself in many ways: sometimes in hugs and happiness, sometimes in harsh words and hopes...

And it's about communication: about how we always need to build bridges between us and never allow walls to separate us. No matter what.

I want you to keep this, and to every now and then remember these words. I'll always want what is best for you.

I'll try to give you roots, but I'll try to give you wings, too, so that you can feel confident enough to go in the directions you choose, but with the knowledge that wherever you go, you always have a place called home to return to and someone who loves you and believes in you.


This is definitely how I feel about being a parent. My mom and I didn't always get along, but one day I realized that she was right about a lot of things. That's something that I never wanted to admit, especially to myself. Along with the fact that I may one day be "just like my mother". I gotta say that one day I woke up and looked in the mirror - "Oh my God", I thought, "I look just like my mom!" Then there was the day - I don't know when it happened but I said something that sounded just like she would say and the way she'd say it. "What's happening to me???" On another day, I took my Grams out to lunch, as I was walking back to the table she looked up at me and said "Oh my goodness, you looked just like your mom when you walked over here". Oh well what can I say.

My mom became a much better friend to me after I became a parent. I still miss her, she died October 1999 and it has left a horrible hole in my life.