I don't know why I have the desire to confess mindless trivial things but I've learned to write spontaneously so here goes... My true confessions... 1) I only work because I need the money. I don't have a passion for what I'm doing at all. I get anxiety on Sunday night at the thought of the start of another work week. 2) I almost cried today because I couldn't beat a level on Donkey Kong Country. (Yes, it's my stress reliever.) 3) I enjoy coming out with something hilarious, just because I love hearing my kids laugh. 4) I fear growing old. I know it's inevitable but I still don't like it. 5) I make up songs to sing to my dogs. I have a Go Potty song, a Sam song, a lullaby and more. 6) I'm so very slow to anger that I get mad at myself for not allowing myself to get angry. 7) I'm doubting I'll ever find true love again. 8) I can't sleep unless I'm holding on to my favorite pillow. 9) I totally hate when someone steals my ink pen off my...

1) I've been in Oregon for 6 months now and I still get lost going home. 2) Using Oovoo is better than skype. We made my parents day as they got to chat with not only myself and my daughter but my sister and her kids, via Oovoo. All three of us in different states, yet, we were carrying on a conversation together like we were all in the same room. The only thing we couldn't do is hug one another. 3) I know it's going to be a good day when I hop out of bed and my hair looks just the way I want it without having to run a comb through it. 4) I need to have a meeting with the ant/tour director that booked my kitchen countertop as their get away resort. They are enjoying their saunas by the stove, getting their swim on in the sink and drying off by the dishwasher. 5) I'm still trying to figure out how Elizabeth Taylor was married 8 times. That's 8 times trying to adjust to married life. That's 8 I do's. Wow! Amazing! 6) Pink is the new white, thanks to the r...

I remember going to Warner Bros. studios and seeing this picture in a frame and for some reason, it brought tears to my eyes. There was something about knowing that the "voice" behind those characters would no longer speak for them. Your voice conveys so much. I have struggled with the phenomenon of texting and even blogging at times. I'm a listener that enjoys hearing the voice behind the person. Words can be easily misconstrued while texting and even blogging but hearing the voice, brings out realness and for the most part, sincerity. I can hear a person's smile in their voice. I love hearing laughter, whether on the phone or in person. There's a reason that kids can't read at a certain age...because listening, hearing, imitating, talking, singing...it's so important. I was talking to a friend that said that he knew that his marriage was in trouble when he and his wife were in the same room, at least 10 feet away, and instead of talking to one another, t...

You tell me...Am I right or wrong? This is what I'm talking about: When I owned my daycare/preschool, the little boys would always be the first to pick up a toy and hoist it over their heads and declare, "See, I'm strong!" They were also the first ones to come running in to show me their "bleed" and then run back outside to "pop a wheelie" on the Big Wheel again. Even when boys are older, they do their best to show everyone around them that they "got this" and will never admit defeat. When the little boys turn into big boys, they still seem to carry with them that same attitude. Grown up boys tend to boast about their accomplishments great or small such as, "I ate 6 tacos and still went and finished 12 hot wings from KFC." Why?? Or how about the boast of, "That's nothing! I not only broke my wrist but sprained my elbow and still continued to do X,Y,Z..." Or this, it may be 12 degrees below zero outside but their ...

1) Hearing about my beautiful niece running like the wind for track and I'm missing her. 2) The Flinstones on a Saturday morning with a cup of coffee. 3) A bed!!! A REAL bed! Since August, I have been sleeping on an air mattress, that is, until Amelie the kitty dug her nails in and it sprung a leak. Waking up on the floor at 2:00 am wasn't in the plans for a Thursday. But, it happened for a reason because after sleeping on the floor for three days, I've got a bed. 4) Playing around with obnoxious phone salespeople that just don't take no for an answer. I make an effort to confuse them. Here's an example: I'm calling to speak to someone in your call center: Me: We don't have a call center. Her: Is there someone in charge in the senior level? Me: Senior level as in age? Her: No ma'am, I'm looking to speak to the call center rep. Me: We don't have a call center. Her: how about an IT person. Me: We don't have an it person either...

My post, No One Has Permission To Steal My Joy is featured on Shanae's blog, Triumph and Tears , a place you will find joy in place of sadness. Head on over to her blog. You won't be disappointed. ************************************************************************************************* I overheard this conversation between a little guy and his dad at Home Depot. He was holding a few items recently purchased and although it looked to be a bit heavy for him, he lagged behind, trying to be "big". "Dad, Claire called me a baby. I not a baby." His dad replied back. "Are you a baby?" " Noooo!" " Then you don't need to worry if she calls you one or not because you're not a baby." I thought how hurt the little guy was to be called a "baby". I wanted to tell him, "Little one, this is just the beginning of life for you. At times, you will have your feelings hurt by people that call themselves friends. Y...