It is so hard not to use this blog as a venting tool. I have a little bit, here and there (trust me, I held back). I want this blog to be a positive thing with well wishes to those I love, and stories about my life that are funny and filled with love. Thus the LOVE + LAUGHTER = LIFE. It's just hard not to vent about random things that happen or people that annoy me.
I know everybody has the same issues I have, I know everybody has tough times and I know everybody has someone or many people that drive them nuts. I know I am not alone, so I will save my venting for Dean or Jolenda and I will save this blog for Love, Laughter and other key elements to life... unless I just can't help myself and I vent here anyway:)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
My Beautiful Cousins
Deborah: Interesting (as I remember as a child), beautiful and bold.
Crystal: Intelligent (as I remember as a child), beautiful and shy.
Ilene: Sweet, beautiful and modest.
Shay: Adorable, beautiful and sarcastic. (I love and relate to sarcasm)
Olivia: Fun (as I remember as a child), beautiful and tough.
Tasha: Funny (as I remember as a child), beautiful and content.
Gwen: Wild (as I remember as a child), beautiful and bright.
Catrina: Outgoing, beautiful and loving.
Tracy: Awesome, beautiful and unique.
Mikey: Smart, beautiful and clever.
Cheyene: Simple, beautiful and always smiling.
Today's Blog is dedicated to all my beautiful cousins. I may not live close and I am horrible at calling, but please know that I love and adore each and everyone of you. I miss and think about you all.
Crystal: Intelligent (as I remember as a child), beautiful and shy.
Ilene: Sweet, beautiful and modest.
Shay: Adorable, beautiful and sarcastic. (I love and relate to sarcasm)
Olivia: Fun (as I remember as a child), beautiful and tough.
Tasha: Funny (as I remember as a child), beautiful and content.
Gwen: Wild (as I remember as a child), beautiful and bright.
Catrina: Outgoing, beautiful and loving.
Tracy: Awesome, beautiful and unique.
Mikey: Smart, beautiful and clever.
Cheyene: Simple, beautiful and always smiling.
Today's Blog is dedicated to all my beautiful cousins. I may not live close and I am horrible at calling, but please know that I love and adore each and everyone of you. I miss and think about you all.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Never Grow Old
My mom use to have Easter baskets and eggs to hide for us up 'til Jolenda left home. The last few years, were pretty hard core. Jolenda, Bobby and I would race to find the eggs, shake and toss the ones that were candy and go on to the next egg with hopes it would have money inside.
I remember several times Bobby and I would physically try and box each other out (basket ball term) to get an egg. Oh such good times.
Well today, I had to work and my co-workers wouldn't hide any eggs for me. All they wanted to do was work.... Lame!
Today, I thank my mom and dad for years of joyous Easters, my brother and sister for healthy competition in finding the eggs and God for sending Jesus to die for our sins.
Jesus is my Lord and Savior and I thought about him all day and how awesome it must have been to have witnessed his resurrection.
Happy Easter and may we never grow old and never forget to have fun and always thank the Lord for all our many blessings.
I remember several times Bobby and I would physically try and box each other out (basket ball term) to get an egg. Oh such good times.
Well today, I had to work and my co-workers wouldn't hide any eggs for me. All they wanted to do was work.... Lame!
Today, I thank my mom and dad for years of joyous Easters, my brother and sister for healthy competition in finding the eggs and God for sending Jesus to die for our sins.
Jesus is my Lord and Savior and I thought about him all day and how awesome it must have been to have witnessed his resurrection.
Happy Easter and may we never grow old and never forget to have fun and always thank the Lord for all our many blessings.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Keeping up with the boys
I don't know why I have this desire to keep up with the boys. It might have all started when I was young and all I wanted to do was whatever my brother did. If he played cars in the dirt, I played cars in the dirt. If he rode his bike, I rode my bike. If he ate dog food, I ate dog food.
I work a very physically laboring job and it just so happens that the person I work the most with is a strong, healthy 21 year old man. He is a hard worker and for some reason I find myself, not competing, but trying to hold my own next to him. I do pretty well, considering I am 32, heavy and have a bad back and two bad knees. I just can't pace myself or separate the fact that I am not built like a man (not that I want to be).
Trying and doing boy things is how I hurt my knees and back to begin with. I just don't know how to be any other way. I wouldn't trade the fun I've had with the boys for anything not even two good knees. I loved playing ball with my brother and the guys, I love doing all these "boy" things, I just need to find a balance because I am going to hurt myself again and I need to be smart if I ever want a little NayNay or Deano in the future.
I work a very physically laboring job and it just so happens that the person I work the most with is a strong, healthy 21 year old man. He is a hard worker and for some reason I find myself, not competing, but trying to hold my own next to him. I do pretty well, considering I am 32, heavy and have a bad back and two bad knees. I just can't pace myself or separate the fact that I am not built like a man (not that I want to be).
Trying and doing boy things is how I hurt my knees and back to begin with. I just don't know how to be any other way. I wouldn't trade the fun I've had with the boys for anything not even two good knees. I loved playing ball with my brother and the guys, I love doing all these "boy" things, I just need to find a balance because I am going to hurt myself again and I need to be smart if I ever want a little NayNay or Deano in the future.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Scapegoat
There are so many sayings that we say today that I have no idea where they came from. Today, I discovered where the word scapegoat came from and what it originally meant.
I was reading the old testament where God was telling Moses how to keep the Israelites clean and holy. A portion included when God was giving instructions on how to take a goat and place all the sins of the people on it, and send it away from the Israelites.
The goat allowed their sins to literally be taken away through a scapegoat.
* I hope my summery with lack of details does not insult those who can recall the details of this story better.
I was reading the old testament where God was telling Moses how to keep the Israelites clean and holy. A portion included when God was giving instructions on how to take a goat and place all the sins of the people on it, and send it away from the Israelites.
The goat allowed their sins to literally be taken away through a scapegoat.
* I hope my summery with lack of details does not insult those who can recall the details of this story better.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Spark
Zach sparked something inside of me on Saturday...... He let me ride his dirt bike.
It has been several years since I have been able to ride and he was nice enough to let me ride his. I needed help and I was a little pathetic to start (I could barely touch my toes to the ground) but when I finally took off, all the memories started flooding in at once.
When I was living in Tucson I had an old dirt bike I use to ride around the desert. It was fun and I loved it, but after it got stolen out of my yard, I never replaced it. I have however, had the opportunity to ride a few different bikes over the years.
I use to ride a dirt bike that could only be started by popping the clutch while going down hill because the kick start was broke. I had many hours of riding on that one. Then Noah let me ride his whenever I wanted and I love that, he even let me take him for a ride or two.
Weeks ago, my brother had told me Will, Zach and Deidre were all out riding and having fun on their bikes and I have to admit, I was jealous and mad at the creep who stole my bike, but it made me start thinking of my past riding experiences.
Sometimes I have dreams that I am riding everywhere on a bike. I love it, and I had almost forgotten how much I loved it, until Will started talking to my brother about getting a bike. Now my brother and I are starting to talk about the fun we've had on our bikes. My sister is even thinking about getting one.
The strangest part to all of this is that Dean has had a dirt bike as long as I've known him and I have told him about my bike and the other bikes I've rode, but we still have not been riding together.
For years, Dean and I have had a plan to buy two dirt bikes with the money we get from selling his bike after we got it paid off................................ The timing for this new found spark is perfect because after 5 years together, we finally have his dirt bike paid off...........................
It has been several years since I have been able to ride and he was nice enough to let me ride his. I needed help and I was a little pathetic to start (I could barely touch my toes to the ground) but when I finally took off, all the memories started flooding in at once.
When I was living in Tucson I had an old dirt bike I use to ride around the desert. It was fun and I loved it, but after it got stolen out of my yard, I never replaced it. I have however, had the opportunity to ride a few different bikes over the years.
I use to ride a dirt bike that could only be started by popping the clutch while going down hill because the kick start was broke. I had many hours of riding on that one. Then Noah let me ride his whenever I wanted and I love that, he even let me take him for a ride or two.
Weeks ago, my brother had told me Will, Zach and Deidre were all out riding and having fun on their bikes and I have to admit, I was jealous and mad at the creep who stole my bike, but it made me start thinking of my past riding experiences.
Sometimes I have dreams that I am riding everywhere on a bike. I love it, and I had almost forgotten how much I loved it, until Will started talking to my brother about getting a bike. Now my brother and I are starting to talk about the fun we've had on our bikes. My sister is even thinking about getting one.
The strangest part to all of this is that Dean has had a dirt bike as long as I've known him and I have told him about my bike and the other bikes I've rode, but we still have not been riding together.
For years, Dean and I have had a plan to buy two dirt bikes with the money we get from selling his bike after we got it paid off................................ The timing for this new found spark is perfect because after 5 years together, we finally have his dirt bike paid off...........................
Sunday, April 3, 2011
I Forget
I forget how lucky I am to be born me.
Sometimes I feel like I was born with the worst of my parent's genes. I feel sorry for myself because I have aches and pains, high blood pressure, poor vision, bad knees - and the list goes on and on.
But then, I remember I was not born with any diseases, disabilities, deformities, developmental issues - and the list goes on and on.
Sometimes I forget how we don't get to choose our parents, the genes we get and the country we're born in.
But then, I remember I was born healthy to parents who love me in a country where I am free.
Lord, please forgive me taking my life for granted, sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be born me.
Sometimes I feel like I was born with the worst of my parent's genes. I feel sorry for myself because I have aches and pains, high blood pressure, poor vision, bad knees - and the list goes on and on.
But then, I remember I was not born with any diseases, disabilities, deformities, developmental issues - and the list goes on and on.
Sometimes I forget how we don't get to choose our parents, the genes we get and the country we're born in.
But then, I remember I was born healthy to parents who love me in a country where I am free.
Lord, please forgive me taking my life for granted, sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be born me.
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