Trickertreat …..that’s the way we said it when we were kids…one big, long word said really loud. The anticipation of putting on our costumes was too much to bear at times. I’d tell my twin, “Smack me if I get too excited.” Good ol Nay Nay would smack my hand and then we’d both laugh. (Goofy kids, I tell ya.) Finally, it was just about dark and we’d put on our plastic “princess” masks. The sad thing is that the princess was white with blonde hair and my sister and I were black with black hair so there was no guessing who we really were. The plastic masks had to cause some sort of hyperventilation or feeling faint because within minutes, we would sound snuffly and sweat would be pouring down our faces. Yet, we were dedicated to the mission of getting lots and lots of candy. After our brown bags (couldn’t afford the plastic decorated kind) was a little heavy, it was time to go in and…….. do candy inspection. Not just any inspection but the kind where the candy was he...

Whereever I go this goes with me.......(not my hand in the picture). I'm almost embarrassed to admit how it happened. I slammed my own hand in the security door. On top of badly spraining my wrist and hand, I'm sick with a cold. I would laugh if it didn't make me cough. I am beginning to think that I need to invest in a helmet, knee pads or better yet, full body armour. Julie, please pass the hot chocolate and the kleenex! Achoo!

What is passion? It is something that burns within you, deep inside...a desire that only someone or something can quench it....so now I ask you, What is your passion? I have many things that I enjoy but I don't think that they are considered passions. My passion is for.... 1. God -- I fall short often and can't seem to get myself motivated to live the life that He truly wants to live, yet, I am passionate about my relationship with Him. There's no one that can define that relationship since it's between Him and I. He knows the crap that I've been through and how far I've come and with His help, I've made it. 2. My Boo and family -- Their happiness is my happiness. I work hard to know that they are content and secure. I have a passion to keep on going until I feel that I've succeeded in being the person I'm content to be. I'm not talking about the size that I wear or how often I break a sweat. It's all about the feeling I get when I think thr...

I work on the second floor so it's either the stairs or the elevator. When I'm in the elevator alone, I get the strangest desires to turn a flip, jump up and down, push all the buttons at the same time, pick up the phone and prank call maintenance and tell them I'm stuck between floors. Seriously though, when I'm alone on the elevator, it's the perfect time to pull out the wedgies that appear out of nowhere. I was so ready to go home on Friday that I was stir crazy and a bit goofy. I decided to ride the elevator and sing, "She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain". When it stopped on the floor, I acted so dignified and cultured, no one knew anything different. What have you done or wanted to do in an elevator if no one was watching?

but they just weren't the ones for me. I may have been a bit harsh about some of my internet prospects so I've decided that I'm going to list at least one positive about each one, including the juicer. The Juicer - He was always available and didn't mind watching chick flicks. I could call him at any time and know that he'd pick up the phone. Dude with Porno Grandma - He had good taste in flowers. (Unless he swiped those from someone's gravesite.) He was very complimentary although he had no fashion sense. Mini Cooper and 9 Kids man - He was very old fashioned and such a gentleman. He was the kinda guy you could bring home to mama. Baby Mama Drama Dude - He could sing!!! We'd sing and talk on the phone for hours. He had a great talking voice.....one of those sexy deep voices. Office McDreamy - Yum! He was adorably sexy in his police uniform. He could arrest me any time he felt like it! Mr. Principal - He was the most romantic guy I'd ever met and he cou...

I'm so new at this whole blogging thing. I don't have all of the fancy bells and whistles that so many other bloggers have. In fact, I just now discovered how to make paragraphs (with the help of my Married Boo). After being on for a bit, blogging has taken on a new life for me...one that I've got to keep under control. I didn't realize that there were so many neat people, with totally nice blogs until I went to one person's blog and the curiosity got the best of me and then went to someone else's blog who was following the other...then that person's blog was neat so I went to someone else's blog from her blog and before I knew it, I was mesmerized, intrigued, excited, over stimulated by all of the blogs. If I had lots and lots of time during the day, I'd be a reading fool but the reality is, I don't have the time to blog and read blogs all day long. So, to make sure that I'm not going to become bloggerwhelmed, I've decided to strategize....

I just realized that without laughing, I'd be a pretty miserable person. Today, I found myself laughing over all sorts of things. For one, Julie's post on her Bachelor #6 had me crying until I almost peed in my pants. Right at the moment where I was wanting to cry, tears were running down my face from laughter. I was on my lunchbreak reading a book when I got the giggles again. It was my own private giggle session. I had no idea what sparked it other than the fact that I started to laugh. Once I started, I couldn't stop without wiping tears out of my eyes. Thank God I was by myself when I was hit with the giggles. The thing is, as much as I make light of it, laughter has really saved my life. While going through my divorce, there were times when I questioned who I was and where I was going. I cried out to God, screamed and cried in the shower and yet, there were no loud answers or feelings of release until I found laughter. I still grieve over my marriage and what once was...

I first headed down a life of hoarding….um…collecting…when I was 3 years old. I started out first collecting bees. That’s right, not the letter B’s but bees as in buzzing. My twin sister and I decided to see how many bees we could catch. We got stung, ran in the house, got the stingers pulled out and went right back outside to catch more. We were like Steven Irwin but Bee Hunters instead. The next collection was white little “baby” worms that we thought were just born. There were millions of them falling out of the trashcan outside and millions more underneath. We scooped them up by handfuls and put them in jars. We were going to start our own wormery. Once more, we ran inside to show our mother. She gasped and said, “Go throw those nasty maggots outside and come back inside and wash your hands with soap and hot water.” The next collection was perfectly harmless – rocks. Until we ran out of space in our drawers, our closet, even our shoes. We just couldn’t find anymore spot...

I am reading the book, Captivating by John and Staci Eldredge (actually re-reading it). The first chapter talks about how as little girls, we enjoyed playing games where we were always either the center of attention or the one in need of being rescued or saved. That got me thinking....when did all of that change? When I was a kid, "boys chase the girls" or "girls chase the boys" was one of the most greatest games ever! (Being that we were in first grade, being chased by someone that had cooties didn't seem to be all that pleasurable). But, then there was such a good feeling to run and then be captured by a boy. (I personally think some of those girls ran slow just so that they could be caught!) Then, when I was in fourth grade, I no longer thought that it was cool to be chased by the boys. They smelled funny, picked their noses, carried nerdy lunchpails, always had dirt streaks on their faces and farted. When I reached sixth grade, going with a boy was a scary ...

I got the most coolest award from someone that is VERY creative, I mean, way more creative than me. Please visit Amy to check out how creative she is. Since I am so graciously accepting this award, I've got to name 6 things that make me happy and then pass this award to 6 of my bloggy peeps! Six things that make me happy.... Looking into my boyfriend's beautiful greeneyes and hearing him call me, "Boo". My daughters who think I am the greatest thing since sliced bread. They laugh at all my old, stale jokes and will say I'm the most beautiful mommy ever even when I say I'm not!! My pillow. Yes, I said it. My pillow. I have a confession to make. I sleep with a pillow...yeah, everyone does but this pillow has to be in my arms or else I can't sleep. It's sorta like a teddy bear. It's another post for another day but thank God for my pillow. A great cup of coffee on a Saturday morning with my Boo. My bonus baby's adoration for me, her "Momo...

To continue....the next guy that I talked to seemed to be very nice. He and I chatted back and forth until I felt comfortable enough and got his phone number. I liked his laugh and his voice. He was charming and caring, a bit old fashioned and drove a mini cooper. Okay, that's nice. Then, he drops the bomb on me like the movie, "Yours, Mine and Ours". He says, "I have 9 children." I laughed and thought..."Great sense of humor!" But, he wasn't kidding. As nice as he was, I got heart palpitations at the thought of it going further and then mothering that many. (His wife had died when the youngest 6 years old, was a newborn.) We parted as friends, thankfully but nothing more. Then, came the guy with the regurg problem. He was taller than I'd care to date. He had to be about 6'2 but I decided there's always a first. The first time on the phone, he announced that he had a slight health issue. I told him, "don't we all...don't wo...

My friend, Julie gave me a great idea to blog about my "internet" dating adventures. After being married for 21 years, I had forgotten what it felt like to be "available". I was petrified at the thought of dating and starting all over again. But, somehow, I wanted proof that it was my ex who lost out and that I was still very much desirable and attractive to other men. I talked myself out of it quite a few times until I made the first jump and joined match.com. I was so excited the first time I got a "wink" and then a message from someone. The very first part of the process was to either IM or send an email or just a wink saying, "I think you're hot" or "I like your profile". In spite of me being real...no blown up stories...just a sincere portrait of a 42 year old woman looking for Mr. Right. The first guy was posing as a successful business man with a little girl and a wife that had died a horrifying death from cancer. Turns out,...

Growing up, I always thought our oldest sister was the favorite. She was the perfect princess while my sister and I just didn't fit into the mold of perfect. We climbed trees, got grass stains on our knees, slurped our milk loudly with our straws and likes bugs. When I had my daughters, 21 months apart, I hoped and prayed that they'd always feel loved equally by me. They grew up the best of friends, best buds. Even though they were very unique, and still are, I still love them equally. My oldest, now called MB (Married Boo) was the most mishievious, dramatic child. Because of that, she went into acting class and by age three had an agent and manager. She could pour on tears and pretend faint so convincingly. She had every Shirley Temple movie memorized and thought she was the next Annie (without realizing that Annie wasn't black.) My youngest, now TB (Teen Boo) had the most tender, shy heart. In fact, I swear that I have leg problems today from her always clinging to my rig...

I'm going to take the risk and let you all in on 7 Random Things about Me.....boring but true.... Thanks Amy for tagging us all who commented on your blog. Now, if I can only figure out how to add the link to her blog...... 1) I love singing to myself and making up silly songs. Even when I feel stressed out, I will break into a funny commercial ditty..."Plop, plop fizz, fizz..." 2) I'm lactose intolerant yet, I love Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey so I'm willing to risk the side effects. 3) My twin sister and I were always teased for being so skinny...names like "skinny twinny" and "stick twins" were hurtful yet, common. Now, I would give anything to have someone call me skinny! Where did the fat come from??? 4) When I'm down in the dumps, I like to watch the Little Rascals volumes. 5) I accidentally broke my ex's mother's antique baby Jesus (in her nativity set) and couldn't figure out a way to tell her. My ex told me he'...