ugh!

I don't want to go back to work tomorrow. Not that I don't like my job, but I hate, hate driving in this weather. They let us off early on Monday and did not open the courthouse on Tuesday. We have to be back at work on Wednesday at 10am. Not bad, I would suppose except I still have to drive myself there.
I made myself go out today and drive, so I would not be so afraid tomorrow. Well that and I needed some Diet Coke. Anyway, it did not seem so bad. I think if I can make it to the freeway I should be OK. The news said they are not even going to plow the emergency routes because it would only make them worse. Wow, who would have thought that?
Well the schools are still closed on Wednesday so at least I don't have to make the trip to the school. My son is going to go over and help his uncle shovel the sleet off his drive. At least he should have some fun and maybe sled or play the WII or something. He has been bored out of his mind sitting at home.
So I will let you know how it turns out. I don't think downtown will be so great and I hope my car does not get hit parked on the side of the road.
Just wanted to let you know that I tried to read the Sleeping Beauty book, no way. I usually make myself read to pay 100 and then go ahead and finish the book because I have already read that much. Not going to happen. For the first time ever I can't even make myself read to page 100. So unless you like being asleep while reading, I would not try it!!! Guess that is why it is called sleeping beauty! LOL.

Oklahoma closed down

Well, the state has been called a "State of Emergency" which in a little scary. All in all the roads are really slick, the airport is closed down and I for one am not going anywhere. I hate the icy roads and anything about the ice. We were let off work today at noon and I was glad. The drive home was not so bad, I did not slide, I did drive about 20 mph all the way home. Other people I know spun out, slipped past their drive and some took 1 1/2 hours to make the 30 min drive home. My 30 min. drive took about 45 min.
Anyway, so with everything closed down for Tuesday, I am off work and so is my son. Good thing I have some books from the library to keep me company. I think I will start Sleeping Beauty, by Judith Ivory. I have read another one of her books, Untie My Heart, which was very good. I have just finished a really good series by Tracy Anne Warren, the Mistress series. Starts out with My Fair Mistress , The Accidental Mistress and finally His Favorite Mistress. I will have to say the one I liked the best was My Fair Mistress. Very good plot. Never know how things will turn out, but you will be surprised how they do. Lots of steamy scenes. Love those. But you really get in the plot with them. If you get a chance you should check it out.
I will let you know how Sleeping Beauty turns out.
I really like the Victorian, early English kinda scene. We shall see how this one turns out and I will let you know if it was worth my day off!

Bad Day!

Have you ever had that day at work where you just give up? Well mine came on Thursday. It started out bad, I do the docket and there were mistakes in there. I hate making mistakes. The problem is I could blame them on someone else but the ultimate fault was mine. I always take the blame when I have the any fault. Which you may not believe. But some guy went to jail, really not my fault but who's fault it was did not own up to it. Anyway, I fixed it later without blaming the person who's shoulders it fell on, which by the way felt no regret, or at least showed none. Anyway the rest of the day was shot.

So then you think it can not get worse than that. It does. Today the cutest little boy had to testify. I will just say I have made it a point not to pay attention to the cases that we do because if I did I would probably never get up in the morning. Anyway, this boy was about 7, cute and tiny. He had this little lisp in his voice, said the cutest things. After all he had been through most kids are not as sweet and happy. He tore at my heart from the moment he opened his mouth. I will just say that I see these kids all the time. Yes, my heart goes out to all of them, but this one broke my heart.

Then my heart broke even more. He was even more the "little man", never cried and said what he had to say. Man, what a day, and I did not even have to go through what he had gone through.
Where do these crazy people come from? To hurt a little boy. You would think I would hate my job even more. But in that moment I realized it was worth all the heartbreak and drama. If just one sick person never sees the streets again then it is worth it.

Now don't think I am just some lock them up kind of person. Sure the defendant is innocent until proven guilty. But I will end this with saying the defendant made a full confession to the police when he was arrested. I know some think the police may have beat it out of him. But let me also say the little boy did not have a mean bone in his body. He was only sorry he had to tell and the defendant was in trouble.

Godspeed all his love to that little boy and God bless all our children!!!

Worlds best Grandma!!!

Well I know I have said before someday you will hear me speak of my Grandma on here. Today is the first of many. I love my Grandma. The best woman to ever grace this earth with her presence. Though would not have seen it that way.
Is there anyone in your life that you think of and cry? Whether the are still alive or long in the past? Well I can tell you there is only one person in my life. My Grandma was the best person ever. This is kinda a sad funny story that I don't even know if my brother and sister know about me. But you will think I am a brat when it is over, as I think of myself.
When I was younger like 9 or 10 or who knows, it is all a blur. I was a brat (bet you have not figured that out by now). Anyway, I don't know what I did that day that had upset my Grandma but something had. She was not happy with me.
The next scene begins with Grandma feeling bad that she was mad, she was in the kitchen making cookies for our family. So I go into the kitchen to annoy the hell out of her because I am not aloud to go out because I am in trouble. I know how this works, my son does it to me all the time and I usually give in to get him the hell out of my hair. She is trying really hard not to let me get to her, I can tell that now.
So she is making chocolate chip cookies from scratch. Well, she is trying to cheer me up and cracks an egg on my head, you know how you would crack it on the counter or something, not at all getting it on me. Just trying to make me laugh.
Brat that I am starts screaming "child abuse, child abuse, I can't believe you attacked me with an egg. I am going to call the police and tell them!!!" I don' t know if she thought I was crazy or if she thought I would never do it. So she says, "Go ahead".
Well I rush into the other room and call the police. Not 10 minutes later a patrol car shows up in the drive way. I rush out the door to tell the police what a awful person she was. Grandma stays in the house taking her cookies out the oven. So I can tell my side of the story.
I proceed to tell him the horrible things that she had done to me.
He looks at me, tells me how lucky I am to have such a Grandma and lectures me on what a brat I am. Well at the time I was outraged. Guess what.
Grandma comes out the house tells him that I am just upset and is sorry that I bothered him. I think he told her I was a brat.
I will never forget that day. What a sad little person I was. Grandma was sticking up for me and the whole time I had been a brat.
I learned a lot that day. Things I still carry with me. I know you may not see the funny in this story, but if you were me you would. See looking back I think it is funny that the policeman did not take me away. Sad thing is that I think that was Grandmas biggest fear.
I wish everyone could have had the Grandma that I had, because I know I still would have been just as special to her. She had the biggest heart ever.
I started this blog for other reasons, but I really enjoy just putting my memories to print. It heals me in ways that I would never have guessed.
So to Grandma, I love you, miss you and think of you daily!!(really I do).

Still about Pius!

Well talking about my dad brought back lots of memories. I love the pictures I have of him and Bobby. Bobby HATES the Ferris wheel but the deal was if grandpa goes on the ride that was pictured in my last blog then Bobby had to go on the Ferris wheel. He does not look very scared in this picture, but he was. What a handsome boy he is at 11. Grandpa loves Bobby which you can certainly tell in this picture. I really did have a great day so many years ago with them.












This is Bobby and I in the same bucket on the Ferris wheel. He was still scared but looked quite dashing. Now he is bigger than I am by at least 3 inches now.




Most of all I love that Grandpa rode that "bull". He makes me laugh to this day about that. Can you believe he took the man working the bull's hat? Of course you could if you knew him. He just took his hat and sat his aside like it was part of the ride, LOL.

See, here is the man before Grandpa jacked him of his hat. By the end of the ride I think that man was wearing Dads hat.



Well Pops still makes me laugh. We have had our share of days we don't get along. But looking at pictures of him on the bull it will always remind me of the song (which is on my blog) "This ain't my first rodeo"!!




Well Pops you may not know it but you are a great inspiration in my life. Thanks for all you do and even the things you taught me I did not want to learn.

Oh, by the way he is a teacher and was Bobby's first substitute teacher. That is for another day. But let me just tell you, he had already spoiled Bobby so Bobby though he could do whatever he liked. I will tell you that story someday but not now, I will say it ended with other teachers telling me they had to come into the classroom to settle it down.

Love you Pops, tell Kathy Hi, and thanks for loving you!! ~ ME

Pops!!! Pius

Well most my life when people ask me about what I want to do I always say "When I grow up I want to be" this or that. Then when people started looking at me like I had already grown up, I still did not think that it made a difference. I still did not see that I had already grown up, and had a child that was quite on his way to being a grown up. Funny, when I talk of my son and then people say "how old is Bobby" and I tell them they look at me like I have lost my mind. Most think I am talking about some 5 or 6 or even 9 year old. Hewill always just be a child in my mind, as I am in my own mind.

So I have decided that now that I am grown up, that I have to do something with myself. I have always had a comfort that my boss has kids younger than mine so he will not be retiring soon. But than again even if I don't have a child at home I still need retirement to take care of myself. So maybe in 2009 I will go back to school in the evenings and get some official degree. I think I will always put it off because I will always be my fathers' daughter and procrastinate until it is to late.

Well the one thing I can tell you is that although my "pops" was a procrastinator he still taught me a lot of things.

1: eat all your taco, even the tomato's on top (no need to waste them under the car Duane)

2: gamble all you want, but act like it is your job

3: it is never to late to find love (congrats Pops!!!)

4: the child that gives you the most trouble is the best {that would be me :)}

5: when life gives you onions, make them in the microwave for dinner

and mostly

6: when "they" say you can't, that's when you can

Friday night!

Well just another night that I can blissfully thank God I don't have to get up early in the morning. I didn't have to go to work today, but I did. I need to catch up on all the things I am suppose to do, but can't get done because for some reason people think that I am there for their social conversation and to figure out what my boss would let them get away with.

Personally I think they should ask him because I have no idea. But instead I have to smile and try to be nice to them because I would not want them to think of me as some "rude" person that will only make things harder on them when they finally ask my boss what they want. Anyway, I do love my job, I always have. The problem is, sometimes I don't.

Just this week I realized the reason I don't want anyone to "help" me is because my grandma did everything by herself. She raised her daughter, than her daughters four kids by herself without a man. So I think I always thought that I could do anything myself. Guess what, I can, but I don't want to anymore. I bet she felt that way at times. I think now is the time to figure myself out, albeit a little late in life.

Well I won't bore you with the fact that I went to get my hair cut today and the lady had a mans way of thinking and when I said "a little less than an inch" and she cut off over two inches. It is not so bad and I probably needed that much cut, but is that not for me to decide?

Till next time ~ Happy weekend!!

Kids, you have to love them!!

I was reading my brothers blog and it made me think of one of the stories I like to tell about my son. We were at an indoor swimming pool and he was in 1st grade. Well, I was sitting by the side of the pool and some little boy pushed some other little boy in. I really didn't think much of it because that happens all the time.

So anyway the little boy who got pushed in started crying and the little 17 year old lifeguard came over to see what the problem was. The little boy was crying so hard he really could not tell her. So my son says to the lifeguard, "That boy over there in the red shorts pushed him in." and he pointed off in some direction where there were about 5 kids. They were all quite young maybe 6 or 8. So the lifeguard looks over and says to my son, "The Black kid?", my son looks at her like she has two heads and says, "No, well I guess he is kinda brown."

The lifeguard looked very embarrassed, because now she could tell I was listening in because I had a funny smile on my face. She just looked at my son and said "OH!"

The point is kids are so innocent until we change all that. He didn't care what color the kids skin was he was just trying to help the little boy explain. Kids sometimes say crazy things. But I think this time he was right and it is time we started looking at people from the inside and get over the past. Sure learn from history, we don't want to make the same mistakes. But also learn to forgive and get to know people before you judge them. Because we all just start as innocent little babies until the people around us change all that!!!

American!!!

Tonight I was watching American Idol. Don't we all wish we could sing?

When I was 18 I had my son. He was so sweet. The cutest baby ever. Still is in my world. Anyway, being so young and not having your typical childhood I did not know a lot of lulibies.

Well when I was in 7th grade my dad insisted that I played some sport. Basketball, that is his sport. So I did, well I may not have been very good but they let me play guard, on varsity no doubt. Anyway, the point is on the bus to different schools the other girls would sing. I did not listen to very much music so I did not know very many songs. One that they sung a lot was SuperWoman by Karyn White. Well I learned the song, every word.

So when my son was born he was not the kind of kid that went to sleep with lullabies or a pacifier. So I tried my favorite song from when I was on that bus long ago. SuperWoman. I would sing and sing and he loved it. He always fell asleep to that song.

Life goes on but that is still one of my favorite songs. Tonight listening to American Idol I thought of that song. I actually sang it with all my heart. Yeah still would not make it on the show, but once 15 years ago someone enjoyed it as much as I did.

duck duck

Well another day come and gone. On Sunday I went to see "Marley and Me" ~ don't do it~ what a sad movie. It was really good. Just did not realize it had a sad ending. Leah could have told me (she read the book). Anyway it was really good. Very good actors. Wilson is a great actor. Anyway then I went to dinner at my sisters and mom came over. She told me she hates my hair, so that only made me like it more, LOL!!!

Leah and I went walking at lunch today we went down to Myriad Botanical Gardens ~ I told her I needed pictures for my blog. We took pictures of the ducks that tried to attack us for food, which we did not have. When they realized we had no food they took off.

You really don't know how you look till you see it in a picture that you didn't take of yourself. That is OK. I am working on it. So here are the ducks ~ they did not know I was taking their picture!!!LOL!!!