I received this award twice in fact and I feel so blessed to be acknowledged and recognized in that way. The first time I received it, I received it from Tami @ http://tami- diaryofamadwoman.blogspot.com/ She's so awesome! I love how she tells it like it is! And the next time I received this one and the one below, it came from Veronica @ http://ofmiceandramen.blogspot.com/ who amazes me with her wit and her blog posts. "The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken - excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words. As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to at least 5 other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all…" I...

My computer crashed and burned - literally. I was writing a hot, steamy blog and smelled something burning. No, it wasn't me burning with desire, it was my computer. The motherboard to be exact. So, for the moment, I'm down and out in Palm Desert unless I can take my lunchbreak at work and blog. In the meantime, life is hopping with Baby Boo in the house. I can't imagine life without her being a part of it now. Years ago, my then husband, now ex and I had tried and tried for another baby. Yet, it wasn't happening. We went to an infertility doctor and tried various procedures. It wasn't to be, although I had such a deep yearning to be a mommy again. That yearning was squashed when I found out that my husband was cheating. Together, we made the choice to work at our marriage in spite of it. It took hard work on both of our parts but mainly, he had to rebuild my trust in him and the relationship again. Years later and after many years of counseling, we made our marriag...

When I was in school, I wouldn't say that I was worried about popularity at all. In fact, in elementary school, pretty much everyone was on equal grounding. But, there were a few kids that were just plain different and didn't seem to mesh into the typical playground setting. Where are they now? 1) Charles (won't list the last name for fear that he's some big time producer and comes to find me.) In first grade, he wore the thickest horn rimmed glasses. He cried and always wiped his eyes and had brown dirt smears on his face. His claim for fame...he would but a booger on a frito and eat it. 2) Louis B. - mama's boy for sure! When bow ties weren't in, he came to school on the first day wearing one. His mom camped out in her motorhome just to keep an eye on him. She would peek into the classroom to see how he was doing. Claim for fame - One day, his mom interrupted the class to "excuse" Louie for being late. It seems he was throwing up all morning. She gav...

My ex was a musician and singer and one of the songs that he performed was by Billy Joel, "I Love You Just Way You Are". I hated when he sang that song. Not because it wasn't a beautiful song but because when he sung it, he wasn't being truthful. He DIDN'T love me just the way I was. In fact, he hated that I was no longer a size 5 and weighed 103. He said that he was turned off by me and couldn't love me being that I wore a size 12. That was one of the many reasons why we divorced aside from his cheating. Being the deep thinker that I am - I wonder why we can't love one another exactly the way we are? Why should Susan Boyle (the British lady with a VOICE) change according to media standards to be accepted into society? So, what happens if she continues to wear her hair the way she does and dresses the way she does and keeps the facial hair that she has....what if??? Will she still be appreciated for the voice she has or will she be criticized? I'm bet...

There's something about PMSing and having a crappy day. They both go well together. My crappy day started when my ex called this morning. He wanted to warn me that his "wifey" was going to be calling me and to not pick up the phone. I guess they are having problems. Too bad, so sad! She gave him the ultimatum, get rid of the dog that belonged to him and I or she leaves. She tells me that they are having problems and the dog is a part of the problem. Was I sympathetic? No. Problems are what she caused when she slept with my then husband. Funny...she supposedly can't speak English but she spoke good English when she needed to make a point. Then, I come home from running around in the hot enough to boil an egg heat here in the desert and Sam had pooped all over the floor in my bedroom. I guess the puppy door was left closed and he had to go. I was ticked and even more because sea grass carpet doesn't clean up like regular carpet. To make matters way worse, the house ...

Music plays such a huge part in my life. It's funny that I can correlate just about every age with one or two songs that remind me of something during that time. Here's a glimpse at my age in music: From newborn to 3: The Itsy Bitsy Spider (Don't know why it was important to know that the spider went up the water spout and in fact, at age 3, I had no idea what a water spout was.) From 4 - 8: Happy Birthday - It was a song that signaled that the day was a special one. It could be sung off key or with a few added verses like, "Happy birthday to you, you smell like a zoo.." or "How old are you?" Then of course, the song got even longer when the birthday celebratee had to answer back, "I'm 5 years old.." All of this while the candles melted all over the cake. From 9 - 12 - Oh Happy Day - for my parents benefit. We weren't allowed to listen to anything that wasn't Gospel or Christian related. It was the "law according to Mom and Dad...

First, before I begin my blog post, I'd like to send out a special thanks to Christine for giving me an award that I an honored to receive. It is called the Noblesse Oblige award. This award is given because: 1) The Blogger manifests exemplary attitude, respecting the nuances that pervades amongst different cultures and beliefs. 2) The Blog contents inspire; strives to encourage and offers solutions. 3) There is a clear purpose at the Blog; one that fosters a better understanding on Social, Political, Economic, the Arts, Culture and Sciences and Beliefs. 4) The Blog is refreshing and creative. 5) The Blogger promotes friendship and positive thinking. Lord knows I try to measure up to some of those standards in my blog posts but at times, I can honestly say that I'm "not worthy". It's mainly just ramblings from my soul or screaming outloud for others to hear. Other times, it's my deep thoughts that are purged. So for all 52 of you who put up with...

Not wanting to take away from the religious significance of the Easter celebration, I bit into a cute little duckie Peeps and yuck, it still tasted like I remembered it. Full of sugar and dye and marshmallowy. Double yuck! But, one thing the Peeps did was bring back memories of Easters long ago. When I was a little girl, Easter meant many things. It meant: 1. Sitting down the night before, getting my hair washed, pressed with a hot comb and then curled in sponge curlers. 2. Rehearsing the Easter church program speech over and over again, even if it was only one line. I remember one year, my speech was, "He rose!" Not too difficult to forget. 3. Coloring (dying) eggs the night before. It meant coloring a dozen eggs regardless of whether they got eaten or not. 4. Warnings from my mom, the next day, not to get dirty while we paraded around in our "Easter dress and bonnets". 5. It also meant being uncomfortable for the sake of looking cute. The petticoats were always...

B[^e]te" noire"\ [Fr., lit. black beast.] Something especially hated or dreaded; a bugbear. Yeah, I have a few of those. Some of have been around for years. For instance, I have an extreme adversion to writing the letter S. I don't know why I do since unfortunately, my name begins with an S. Oh! I remember, the teacher that taught me cursive writing was a ruler bearing witch who made sure that my S's were started at just the right point and ended at the right point. If not, I had to write pages and pages of "s's". To this day, I hate writing the letter S. The smell and sound of someone eating corn nuts and Fritoes. It smells like a mixture between dirty feet and cow manure. (I do like the taste, somewhat, but the smell…peeyew!!) Also, just plain ol crunching with your mouth open. I have an office mate that has no idea that it sends me out for a walk until she's done eating. I so want to tell her to chew with her mouth closed! Pe...

Okay, I have a problem. Since I love snything music...I listen and usually sing along. Well, I've got this darn song stuck in my head and I can't get it out, thanks to Baby Boo. The song... There's a Party In My Tummy by the furry characters from the tv show, Yo Gabba Gabba. Gabba, as Baby Boo calls it, is one of the most silliest (stupidest) tv shows but boy does she like it. Singing about bananas...who would've thought that a banana was worth singing about? Anyway, if you have a chance, check out the tune...guaranteed to stick in your head too!

When she was 2, it seemed like I had a third leg. She was so shy and attached to me that I spent most of my time dragging her around with her holding on to my right leg. It's a wonder I'm not limping! When she was three, she demanded the training wheels be taken off of her bike the minute they were put on and off she went, riding a two wheeler. She also decided at three, that she was going to mawwy Stevie Wonder. She played and sung the song Gotta Be until she wore a hole in it. I told her, "You know, he's going to be old when you get old enough to marry him." She replied, "That's okay cause I still want to mawwy him." When she was 4, she got on a balance beam for the very first time and did a cartwheel and landed it perfectly...this led to her training in a US gymnastics center with ambitions to become an Olympic gymnast. When she was injured, that stopped her from competing but not from staring fear directly in her face. When she was five, she ins...