Happy New Years Everyone!!!

2010 starts with a list of goals and resolutions that this year you’re going to keep and accomplish. And by dang—you mean it this time. No more giving up, no more saying it’s too hard, no more sitting on the couch when you should be doing, no more high fatty foods, no more being ungrateful, unkind and sour faced. NO MORE
How many times have you said these same things to yourself—me thousands.
But this is the year I’m going to change, to do that I’ve decided to shoot low and aim high. I’m going to first set my goal on small project that will make a big impact in my life. Tomorrow first thing, I have set a date with my charming husband to meet me in our bedroom at ten a.m. (You have to peak a man’s curiosity and interest to get him where you want him) and then we’re going to play a little game of hide and seek. I’m going to hide and well, he’s going to find.
Where will I be? In a dark hole where things may creep and crawl and no one knows. Where heaps of outdated, knitted material lay, with stained and blemished cotton drip from dizzying heights. Where clumps of brown, black, beige, and blue meld into a pile of straps, buckles and laces. Where there was once semblance and now there is none. where things once had a place and knew what their function was. Now it is a place, I hold my breath, close my eyes and wish for my time to be short while I visit there. Where am I? My walk in closet.
So my New Year’s Resolution is this, I’m going to clean with my sweet husbands help—my closet. It is a small goal I know, but Its one I can accomplish in one day. Therefore, I can for go all the guilt of years past. And look forward to the New Year with a lighter, leaner, happier, grateful me. See I’ve accomplished all the things I’ve set out to change in the New Year. And this year I won’t need to toss my list away by January 2nd.

Have I taught the children

This next year holds a lot of changes for our family. My oldest is getting ready to submit her college applications to several colleges and if all goes well will be attending this coming fall. Our second child, a boy, gets his learners permit. By all means feel free to pray. As for the baby, she is starting Junior High School. And with help and guidance from above, hopefully, the mom will get a publishing contract for her first book. These are all the expected changes coming our way. It’s the unexpected changes I can’t factor in that gives me pause.

With all these changes, sometimes I wonder have I taught my children the things they need to know.

Have I taught them to be gracious.

Have I taught them to always, always wear a seatbelt.

Have I taught them to believe and trust in God.

Have I taught them to dream and that anything is possible if they work hard and never give up.

Have I taught them to become all that God wants them to be.

Have I taught them to LOVE and more important to FORGIVE.

Have I taught them to laugh long and hard and as often as possible.

Have I taught them to cherish the small moments because they touch more lives than monumental acts.

Have I taught them to put their napkin in their lap, open doors, and to be aware of those around them.

Have I taught them to give up and go without so someone else may benefit.

Raving's of a TICKED OFF mom!!!!

My son came home with his mid-term report card. As a parent I take grades very seriously in our house. So we sat our son down and asked him what was going on.
When we give our children cell phones they have to fill out a contract with us and part of the contract is they only get to keep their phone as long as their grades are above a C average at mid-term and on Final report cards they must have A’s and B’s, nothing less. This is all written out and signed by our child and us as parents.
This is my problem. We enforce the rules we have set with our kids, but our son said, “Mom I don’t know why I got a bad grade. We pulled up his grades he was missing four assignments and a test. We turn our bulging eyes onto the boy. Holding up two hands he says, “No way, I’ve turned in everything. I don’t know why there missing.”
So we fire off an e-mail to his teacher, on Friday afternoon the day we got his mid-term. I wait patiently. My toe starts tapping, in waiting for a response. Two days later still no response, then three, then four days and nothing. I’m trying to give this woman the benefit of the doubt, making up excuses for her. She’s probably busy, maybe she’s ran her car off the road and into a ditch. After five day’s my toe is no longer tapping it’s ready to kick some hinny. We send our son in to ask why his grade is so low. We’ve done the math of the grades listed on Skyward, and according to it he should have a C+. Now before you think I’m against teachers, I am not. However I do expect a little responsibility on their part.
Okay here’s where I get really angry. She tells my son that she hasn’t put in all the grades yet, she hasn’t had time, but as soon as she does he’s grade should go up. WHAT?
Aren’t mid-term grades supposed to be accurate? Aren’t they supposed to be a representation of what he has done up to that point, not the week prior or the week before that. Don’t teacher’s know when it’s mid-term? And don’t they start preparing so they can give their students parents a clear representation of what is going on in their student’s scholastic world.
With both hands gripping my hair, I want to scream at this woman.
A week later, I went back on Skyward. She’d put in his assignments and test which brought his grade up. We gave back his phone. However, if his grades had been put in when he’d turned in his assignments. None of this would have happened. We could have avoided a lot of drama at my house.
And in case you’re wondering; she never did email me back.

C'mon, C'mon ya know you wanna...

Blogging is hard for me, I don’t know why, but I’m hoping I get better at it.
I have several people that read this blog, I know because they tell me. And I always ask, “How come you didn’t comment?”

Everyone has their reasons, but please for the love of all that is good and holy, please comment. I need your comments, I love your comments, I appreciate all who comment. No comment is stupid. Remember when your teacher stood in front of the class and said, “there is no such thing as a stupid question.” It’s the same for comments there is no such thing as a stupid comments! So come on everybody who reads this blog. This wannabe writer is on her knees begging those of you who drop by due to arm twisting by me or interest or because were related and I’m relentless. Whatever the reason may be please comment. I need you to, I want you to.

Nothing makes me happier than pulling up my e-mail and seeing a comment posted for NeedLesToSay, my heart leaps at seeing the comments posted and I smile when I think of each one of you that’s left a comment. You make my days brighter, and my job easier.

So if you haven’t heard it enough let me just say it one more time. PLEASE COMMENT.

Pink Glove Dance

Cancer has touched my life. In fact its made a catastophic hole in it at one point. I lost my father to Colon cancer eighteen years ago, on Thanksgiving day. This single event changed my life. Not only did I lose my first true love, but I lost a mentor, a friend, and someone who challenged me to be all I could be in this life. It's been eighteen years and I have still not gotten over the loss completely. Does that mean I haven't moved forward and I dwell on my loss every single moment of every single day? No, I don't. Time doesn't heal all wounds like the saying goes, but it does make them easier to handle and grow from them.

I've written a novel called, Dying to Live in which I give my main character Karen Ramsey breast cancer. I've given Karen this disease, because it still takes millions of lives and devastates others. I know, because it took two very dear friends from mine.

My mother in law, Mae, sent me this video. If this video gets over a million hits a medical supply company medline will donate money. I thought this was a great way to celebrate those we've lost and those who have won the fight. But also to celebrate those who take care of us and comfort us through the fight. They are some of the truest angels on earth.