I Wish I Was a Rapper

Strange as it seems, and as awkward as it could possibly be, I wish I was a rapper.

To be smooth and fluent with my words, to reach people with penetrating lyrics and puns that are so intentional they make others say, "Ooooh!"

Yeah, I wish I was a rapper.

This white girl has had her ups and downs with hip-hop. As far as I can remember, I heard my first rap music around the age of 6. MC Hammer, now he was 'Legit'. I even had those baggy blue, paisley print pants that I wore whenever possible. Then there was DC Talk. They got me to 'Luv Rap Music'. My cousins and I would have dance offs and put together routines just to entertain ourselves and sometimes our parents. Ahhh, the good ole days.

When I came into my teen years there was a lot of rap I listened to, but didn't understand. I was just drawn in by the beat and rhythm. At the age of 14, our family suffered the terrible loss of my cousin Lil Ty. I took comfort and solace in Puff Daddy's version of 'I'll Be Missin' You'. It was like our anthem. Our eternal song in remembrance of him.

My mother, not being fond of mainstream rap music, forced me into hiding my CD's and tapes that I recorded from the radio. (Sorry, Mom! Confession time, I suppose.) She allowed us to listen to gospel rap like E.T.W. or Carman, when he tried to break out into the rap genre with 'Who's In the House?'

* Anybody else hear about 'Unicorn Girl' rapping that song after having her wisdom teeth removed? HILARIOUS!!

I also had periods of time that I hated rap. I think it was caused by the lyrics themselves. Some songs came out that were not very nice and my younger sister would listen to it and I'd become very upset. That's when I would go into a long period of listening to nothing but country. A giant shift in the pendulum, I know.

I happen to be the type of person who can listen to just about any genre of music. It just really depends on my mood. I love Celtic/Irish folk music, rhythm & blues, alternative, classic rock, heavy metal, operatic, symphonies, pop, gospel, contemporary. The list could go on and on...

But, when I became a mother, I became even more concerned about what I listened to, especially with my son around. You see, some of my fondest, and earliest, memories of my childhood involve music. Belting out the chorus to songs like Guns N' Roses' 'Paradise City' at a young age is something I still recall to this day. I knew whatever I listened to, my son would pick up on.

You'd think rap would be out of the picture under these circumstances. In fact, it is one of the genres my son loves best. I think it has a lot to do with rhyming. Kids learn to sing and read very early on by rhyming, so it only makes sense that rap would have a huge influence. Now a days they give old songs a new twist with a bit of a childs flare to come up with stuff like 'Do Your Chain Hang Low'. Cody and I had so much fun running around our old apartment singing that song at the top of our lungs!

Now that he's growing up (he'll be 10 in a few weeks), he wants to listen to new and exciting stuff. "Not that kid stuff, Mom!" is what I hear him say. And I'm ok with that. There's a whole lot of music out there I don't want him to experience, but I only have right now to guide him. He's the oldest grandchild, so all of his cousins are younger than him and look up to him. He has a responsibility as the oldest cousin, and soon an older brother, to teach and respect those under him.

I had a lot of older cousins I hung out with and we would listen to 'Gangsta's Paradise' and others, thinking we were cool. I'd like to think Cody will grow up being a better influence, concerned about the material others listen to. I know right now he has a heart like that and I hope it stays that way.

Right now, my son and I share a lot of music. It gives us time to connect and a place from which countless conversations start. We listen to artists like Lecrae and Flame. Messages of truth. Lyrics of faith and holiness. Men on a mission to see hearts changed and lives transformed. Not your mainstream rappers smokin' up, drinkin' and putting "bro's before hoe's". I would never want those thoughts to be entertained by myself, my son or anyone else for that matter. As L.V. said, "Why are we, So blind to see, That the ones we hurt, Are you and me?"

Today's forms of entertainment have started to sicken me. Maybe that's why I am always on the verge of tears when listening to Christian rap. To see godly men leading others passionately and intentionally through lyrics so powerful, I just can't help but get choked up.

Thank you, Lord, for rappers with heart! Men and women who are not ashamed of You and call upon others to leave their lives and live it for the One who loves them most.

I'm pretty sure I would make all my friends and loved ones watch and listen to this one video by Sho Baraka.

Cody, on the other hand, has a passion for this song. Sweetheart, stay strong!

Conclusion after further investigation, I guess I don't need to be a rapper, per se. I just have a passion in my heart and a belief so strong I want to share it with everyone else. I don't need a platform or a mic, just the tools God has given me to be a witness in my own way.

Peace!

When Tragedy Strikes

No one can ever know for certain why these things happen. One day you have a friend and the next day she's gone.

One thing I do know for certain is that God is in control. It's difficult to accept such a concept, especially with victims so young and lively, but it's truth and gives us hope.

I have spent the last several hours crying, contemplating, praying and in denial.

My body feels the warmth that comes from the sunny 70 degree weather we are experiencing today, but my mind does not comprehend it. There's no sunshine for me today.

I may not have been as close to her as others I know, but it didn't take long for us to be friends. She was just that sweet and fun to be around that it didn't matter how long you'd been friends. She was a friend who lived by the moment. And that moment was inclusive to just about anyone she was with.

Her laugh was infectious, her smile contagious. Her attitude was demanding, and her demeanor intimidating at times. She could sure make a place come alive!

Where, Bethy, have you gone? I can only pray you didn't feel any pain. I can only say, "Lord, you knew her heart better than anyone. The rest I leave in Your hands".

Unmistakable, unnecessary acts of violence. The circumstances bring many, many questions. Why? Where? When? How? What for? Who? Question after question seems to rake through my mind. Never does a thought go by without needing an answer.

Pound on my keyboard! Bang my fist into the wall! Sob? Take comfort in my husband's loving words? Let my son's fingers take my hand as he sees the pain written on my face?

And what about the others? The family? Oh, to grieve over the loss of a child! I won't even imagine. I can't come up with a complete thought. I don't even try.

Words fail.

Time is short. Yup. Life is precious. True. Not even something I can handle right now. It all falls short.

Pray. Yes, that I can do. I will give it to the Lord.

No TV Challenge

I have a great life. A husband who loves me, a son who adores me and pets who want to be around me constantly!

Those things would be all I really need in this life, but we live in the 'information age' and no one gets to live without some kind of technological gadget.

Enter in specimen #1: Television

Television has been around since the dawn of mankind... I think we are made to feel this way, although it's no where near true. Some people think it's akin to social suicide not to have a television residing in your home. Why is that? Because we can't all sit in a room together and have to deal with one another head on (like a family) without having a TV on so someone can tune the others out. Or, in those times of awkward silence, look to something else to fix the mood. Like: Oh goodness, I don't know what to say! Maybe if I stare at the tube long enough something interesting will come on and I can comment on that.

I have become extremely cautious about TV since I became a mother, at a rather young age. We are bombarded by so much stuff that they call 'entertainment', that I believe we become quickly desensitized to age appropriateness, laziness and just plain old sin.

Last week, a few hours before the Super Bowl was about to begin, my son and I were sitting around talking. He looked at me and said, "I bet I could go without TV longer than you could". Sounded like a challenge to me.

I quickly reminded him that it was he who had asked to watch TV every single stinking day that very week!
(It was driving me bonkers, every time he asked, so much that I literally wanted to pull my hair out!)

* When a mother gets to the 'hair pulling out' stage, you better run and hide.

A few moments later, certain he was not within an arms reach of me, he said it again. I told him I took it as a challenge and that for one week, starting the very next day, it would be no TV for either of us.

He immediately starting whining that he didn't mean it as a challenge and that he didn't want to do it. That's when I knew we must do it!

I am not anti-television. During the winter when there's not a whole lot to do, you will find me watching a movie or show. But, if it's a gorgeous day out and all I hear about is playing video games or watching this movie or that show, I get annoyed.

Now that winter is starting to come to an end here on the beautiful coast, I thought fasting of the TV would be just what this family needed before spring arrives! Ahhhh... Smell that fresh air!

Having the TV shut off for the week prompted me to start this blog in the first place. It also got my husband to sit down at the dining room table with me to eat our lunch and actually talk, rather than watch a Law & Order. It gave us the freedom from the TV in the evening, where sometimes we would eat dinner.

* Studies have shown that families who sit down to the dinner table together typically share their feelings with one another better and the children usually do better in school. Double benefit!

I have a family member, not mentioning any names, who could not sleep without the TV on. This, to me, was a shame. I would turn the TV off so that said person could really rest and they would practically jump up and say, "I was watching that" or "Turn it back on". It was the only way this individual could function during sleepy time.

It is clear to me now that they never got true rest because of the light that was always on and changing. Also, your mind and body can't possibly get to their truest form of sleep if there is constant noise, even that of a television.

* These are not just my opinions, they are medical facts backed up by research done on many different age groups and not just in the US.

Before I met my husband, and after I left my mother's house, I did not have a TV in my apartment. My son and I spent countless hours at the library and playing games on the living room floor. I think these are just some of the reasons we both have a love of reading and learning. Not to mention a great mother/son relationship. We talked and read to one another and actually looked each other in the eye.

I did eventually get a TV, but no cable. I have always thought it a waste of money, a luxury. A luxury I couldn't afford. We watched some movies, free from the library, and had a handful of video games which we played together.

I loved living that simply. Having too much choice and 'stuff' on hand, now a days, is seriously cramping my style. (And my son's brain!)

My last post, 'Stars in their eyes', was about my day this past week. My son was sent home from school with pink eye and guess what I did? I didn't want him touching anything, so I allowed him to watch a show.

Yes, I broke down. I gave into media. I allowed the TV to drench our minds as we ate lunch. All in the name of  'Don't Touch Your Face'!!!

What can I say? It worked! So, maybe we will try this fasting from TV again another week.

* Possibly during the season finale of House? My husband would have a conniption!

Stars in their eyes

I'm starting to realize that it might be hard to stay on a certain topic while doing a single blog. I'll want to wander back and forth to many different ideas and concerns.

I've had a few curve balls thrown my way today. I'm feeling like I took them all in stride pretty well.

You know those days when you've got plans and then all of a sudden God says, "I think I'll test their patience today"? Yeah, we get frustrated and we sometimes fail. But, every once in awhile we do a good job with it.

I don't want to pat myself on the back (much), but just share what I've learned:

#1 There is no law stating how long your child needs to be at school before they can call home and complain about something.

  - Two minutes after the bell rang, Cody was on the phone to me about his eye watering and itching. Two minutes!!

#2 My son's school apparently thinks any slightly red, watery or itchy eye automatically means conjunctivitis. Other wise known as 'pink eye'.

  - They are, or at least in this case, right! I did not know, until today, that there is more than one type of pink eye. There's the bacterial type which is HIGHLY contagious, then there is the allergic kind which is not contagious at all. Thank the good Lord he has the latter type! If I had known, I'd have been a better mommy and not sent him to school.

#3 Chiropractors are nice people who really want to help.

  - I saw this displayed very well today when I picked up my son from school, (as terribly upset that he was, he really wanted to stay for the field trip) and Mr. Chiropractor made sure to see him quickly, diagnose the pink eye, hand me a slip of paper for a homeopathic remedy, adjust Cody and all without asking for payment. (I do not know what this means for the chiropractors of the world, but we could be billed later. It was just nice not having to worry about a co-pay or hassle when we just needed someone to tell us what we already knew and give us advice about what to do for it, naturally!)

* Make sure to sing the praises of natural medicine and chiropractic care in another blog!

#4 Edible Arrangements is busy around this time of year. Given that Valentine's is 3 days away, they had my order ready 3 hours early! They must be efficient.

  - Dad and Ging, I hope you enjoyed the goodies! Happy Anniversary!

#5 Never assume your parents aren't answering your calls because they are avoiding you. (Or are busy doing something else because their anniversary is close at hand). Neither may be true!

  - I don't know about you, but we adult children have been fairly warned not to 'come a knockin'... So, naturally, I rang the doorbell. No SUV in the drive usually means Ging is not at home and it is safe to assume, on a Friday, that Dad is working from home.

#6 My son thinks it's a treat to go shopping at the local health food store.

  - We aren't in there for even 2 minutes and he starts asking for healthy snack foods and cereals. (He happened to pass some yogurt covered pretzels and exclaimed, "Mom, I thought they only sold healthy foods!")

#7 Running around town in your pj's IS acceptable when you are as pregnant as I am!

  - If anyone even noticed, they didn't stare or ask if I had lost my brain.

#8 Dipping a wash cloth into some Echinacea tea and holding it to the red and itchy eye does positively effect it.

  - For some reason Cody wanted to wrap an athletic bandage around his head to hold the cloth there. This impaired his ability to see. He loved it! I told him next time we will get ear plugs and let him spend the day experiencing Helen Keller's world.

#9 Not only does my son love the idea of being Helen Keller for a day, but he loves when I read to him.

  - This is not all that surprising, but it makes me feel good to know he still enjoys it. That and he learns a lot when we take breaks to discuss the subject matter. The book being about space, was a good way for me to share with him my beliefs about the infinitude of God and makes me look forward to next fall when I will officially start 'teaching' him from home.

#10 I love to write lists!

  - You may not find it very amusing, but it helps keep my thoughts organized and on track. (See beginning of blog).

My husband... The snake breeder?

First off, let me say that I love my husband. I mentioned him a few times in my last couple of blogs.

That being said, he is weird!

When I think of snake breeders, I envision single guys who live in little houses around Louisiana and Alabama. They have snakes in every nook and cranny of their already too small homes. The most popular way, I have seen from pictures, is to house all of these snakes in individual plastic containers. Not big totes, but drawer sized clear ones you can get for 3 bucks. This is just a weird hobby, at least to me.

When I met my husband, the non-snake breeder, he had a ball python (Killer), a bearded dragon (Rupert), and a small black Lab (Maggie). I had a black cat named Taz. (Rightfully named after the Tasmanian devils). I could live with a few reptiles in the house.

* You would not believe how photogenic a bearded dragon could possibly be! Sooo cute!!

Well, last summer Rupert expired. (RIP Ruppie). Unbeknownst to my husband, the still non-snake breeder, Rupert had decided to spend his final days in his food dish.

We didn't know right away if he was dead or just resting. You see, reptiles go through periods of no activity and we just thought Rupert had picked this time to 'rest'.

After about a month, I started to get on Non-Snake Breeders' case about the sad state of his beloved dragon. (I'm pretty sure by this time I was more attached to said dragon than Mr. Non-Snake Breeder). He just looked like he had no more color and was in the most awkward of positions, half in and half out of the dish.

We went out of town for a week, but when we got home Non-Snake Breeder decided to physically check on dragon. No signs of life. Now it was time to bury the little guy. (This is definitely Non-Snake Breeders' job).

We have had an empty cage, not one of those small plastic drawers, for a few months now. I brought this up the other day, knowing my husband has had thoughts of getting another snake. (I wish he wanted a dragon more. I loved that little guy!) He jumped at the idea of filling it up with another ball python. (Apparently ball pythons are supposed to be the smallest and most docile snakes in the snake kingdom). * This information coming from Mr. Non-Snake Breeder, so I don't know how reliable it is. Not that I think he would lie, but maybe he's being a little generous so I will say yes.

I have had concerns about having such creatures in the house, especially now that we are expecting a little one of our own and hearing some horror stories of snakes eating babies. But, Mr. Non-Snake Breeder intends to become Mr. Snake Breeder, if only I will say yes.  

* Hmmm, what to do?

                               * Our son, Cody, being brave with Killer around his neck. *

Dreams

If this isn't the best time in life to dream, than I don't know what time would be.

Getting ready to have a baby certainly sounds like a time when dreaming would be mandatory and fulfilling. Well, I do have dreams, they seem to be mandatory, but not always fulfilling.

Take last night for instance.

I'm lying in bed next to my dear, sweet husband. But, in my dream I am dating Ben Roethlisberger! Now, I am a Steelers fan, but not THAT kind of fan.

Anyway, Josh, that dear and sweet husband of mine, is right there in the midst of all this dating. What's weird to me is that in the dream I feel as if I'm married and I wonder why Josh is not at all upset by this. He doesn't give me any funny looks nor does he become jealous. That's just creepy!

So, I'm there with Ben at some events and Cody (my son) is helping him gear up for a special game. (Not the Superbowl, but some fun sponsor game.) * Look, I just dream the dream, I don't seem to have any control over it so the details I sometimes remember.

I wake up from this dream unexpectedly because the bun in the oven is doing gymnastics! How about that for a reality check?

I look over at my adoring husband. He now has on his 'you were snoring' headband and is pulling the pillow up over his head as well. Great! Not only am I seeing another man in my dream, but my husband can't take the pregnancy induced log sawing I'm apparently doing.

I roll back over and fall asleep once more.

Now, for you action/adventure types. If you've seen Liam Neeson in the movie Taken, you will appreciate this.

I'm shooting the sequel with him, but I'm not one of the good guys. I'm in black leather (my husband asked me if it's catwoman black leather and I told him, "No, it's Underworld type black leather."). * I normally share my crazy dreams with my husband, but if I keep this up he might start to wonder about me.

Back to the dream!

I'm on the ground and going after a gun. It's a decent size, most likely a .40 and probably holds about 20 rounds. (I would know these kinds of things.) I grab the gun, spin around just in time to see him (Neeson) leaping toward me and the director calls, "CUT!" 

Criminy! They don't want me to shoot? This is a movie! There's no real rounds in this gun! Why can't I pull the trigger? So, I dismantle the gun in front of the director, checking for live rounds to show off my impressive gun knowledge... To no avail. Then, I start fighting with the director. Always a good move to make when you're not a famous actor, right?

Transition to a different world. This only happens in dreams because if it happened in reality, we'd all be messed up by being human one moment and some type of cartoon critter in the next. (Apparently I'm not using these as clues to the fact that I'm dreaming. I still actually believe I am some hot actress turned fluffy pink critter thing that looks like it belongs in Pokemon.) *Geeeeez...

Not only am I this pink thing, but I am apparently in a video game that I am designing. Too much for you? Well, if that wasn't bad enough, I obviously had some of my 'bad girl' character left in me because I was working for a specific company on this project and I took my information and sold it to a competing company.

* My dreams have officially brought me to insider trading/scheming. Now I know how Martha Stewart might have felt. (No offense, Martha.)

Well, somehow the rightful owners of the info, the company I am supposed to be working for, finds out and sends me a cryptic message stating I won't see a penny of profit from this game. Just wonderful! This is my baby, my idea, my work! I'm so upset. I go outside. Only to find out we are in the middle of no where at the top of some hill, working out of a shack! How's that for professionalism?

I walk down the hill and toward a rest stop looking area. All of a sudden I'm being pelted by little bouncy balls. You know the kind. Kids beg for those quarters only to stick it in a slot, turn the knob, open the little hatch at the bottom and the ball goes bouncing down the aisle of whatever store and you can't find it!

Ok, so being pelted by a rainbow of colored bouncy balls. I try to take shelter. Hmmm, not much to work with. So I start throwing the bouncy balls back up at the jerk who's throwing them at me. Even in my dream this hurts. Those little balls hit hard when they are coming from such a distance and with gravity working for them and not against them.

I look up to try and get a good aim, and there standing next to this horrible ball pelter guy is my supposed bf, Mr. Roethlisberger. Smiling!

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ok, ok, I'm awake now! No, I was not actually in a movie with Liam Neeson, but that would've been so cool! And no, I did not construct a video game as some pink critter. All my dreams have cleverly been exposed by my alarm.

Thank you, baby, for giving me whacked out dreams. (Hey, I had weird dreams before I was preggo, but nothing close to this!)

But, even more so, thank you alarm for showing me the truth.

Now, if I could just get my husband to roll over and look at me to make sure he's still just Josh.

Today's Prayer

So far I've shared a couple reasons for my blog. This next one takes the cake.

I have some great lady friends whom I meet with on a regular basis. (As long as we're not sick). One of their suggestions for my prayer life was to journal. Ladies (and gentlemen) that is what I intend to do here.

You may skip these posts, if you wish, because they will be personal. (But not too personal). Also, I will be using italics for my prayers, this way you won't be confused if there happens to be a time you look at the post and it sounds funny or doesn't make sense.

And thank you for reading my blog!

Dear Heavenly Father,

I come to you with a humble heart. I long to serve you, I long to bring praise to Your glorious name. I have not succeeded. I am but a lowly servant, not worthy to utter Your name. I cower at the thought of Your magnificence. I bow my head at the mention of Your great Son's name, Jesus. I do not deserve the precious gift you so willing gave at Calvary.

Lord, because of this great gift You said I can come boldly to Your throne. I take You at Your Word. For You ARE Truth. You ARE Righteousness! You ARE Everlasting to Everlasting. These are not just things I speak of, they are not just Your characteristics. Father, they ARE You! You are worthy to be praised. You have set my feet upon solid ground and it is there I intend to stay. You have made me, fearfully and wonderfully. What can I possibly know compared to You? Where can I possibly go, that You are not there with me? I look about me and know that you swell over the face of the earth. The heavens, even there they cannot contain You! I am most infantile and without any knowledge or wisdom compared to You, Almighty Father. 

Oh, Lord, if nothing else, I seek to worship You with everything I say and do. Let me not pass away on this rock without bringing glory or honor to Your Son. Renew me. Bring me to that place where I can be with You all my life through. Set forth Your Word on my heart, that I might bring light to a dark, cruel, lonesome world. I am Your child and my life is not my own. I give it all to You.

Abba, I pray and seek reconciliation with any whom You choose to put before me. I ask that there be forgiveness and right standing between myself and my loved ones.

My husband, oh Lord, is a man worthy of love and respect. Draw me closer to him in every way and in everyday.  

Emmanuel, God be with me, as I strive to bring Your heart to my son. Let his ears be filled with Your wisdom, God. Let his mouth speak Your goodness. Help me to mold him into the man You desire. Above all, I pray for his future. Whatever Your plans involve, may he have a willingness to serve Your heart.

I pray for my brothers and sisters. Those far away and those near. May each step they take be guided by You. Minister to them today in only the way that You can. Meet them where ever they may be at today.

I come to You now, knowing that there are so many who need You. Lord, I ask You to reveal yourself to them. Those on my heart and those I do not know about. Every breath is given by You. All creation sings Your praise. Let this be the day that someone comes to know You as their personal Savior. Let the day to day actions bring more significance and meaning into the hearts and lives of those wandering without You. 

Lord, there are so many more. So many more things I have to say, but You know my heart and You know my ways. Continue to walk with me and guide me every step of the way.

AMEN!

Venting

I know one reason why some people blog is to vent their frustrations or take out their anger.

Let me be very clear here. I solemnly promise to refrain from doing that very thing as best as possible!

For the good of my health, the sanity of my mind and the possible repercussions on those I love. (Even though there is a slight chance it could be one of those I love, but loathe for the moment, that I would like to vent about).

I will stop myself from explaining further, if necessary, anything that leads to destructive or negative language.

It is also my intention to charge any and all who read my writings to hold me to my word.

"For as a man sows, so shall he reap." Galatians 6:7b

I intend to share good things, but for this to happen, I may need some help. Word?  Word...

First Blog

Hi, I'm Ang. And this is my first blog, ever.

Hello, Ang.

(Yes, sometimes I talk to myself. It might occur more often now that I am talking to myself online.)

An * will indicate an inner thought.

* It just occurred to me that the first two lines might sound like the beginning of an AA meeting.

I've never been to an AA meeting, but I've seen them on TV and they seem to start like that.

Well, now that I've been sidetracked, I suppose I should get back to what this is all about.

Blast it! My phone just rang and the laundry beeped. I'll be right back!

Ok, I'm back.

* What was not even a second for you, was about 4 minutes for me.

Distractable? No. I even looked it up at dictionary.com and it's not spelled that way. (Although I'm convinced it is).

I'm easily sidetracked. I think it's caused by being a wife and mother.

Oh, yes, that leads me back to why I am starting this blog in the first place! Hallelujah, I just found a way back!

* I tend to repeat myself in varying ways.

I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt and possibly a good friend to somebody out there. I'm also certifiably 'redeemed' by the One who loves me most!

I have used MySpace and Facebook, respectively, to issue my thoughts, feelings and questions. I am now at a cross roads. I wish to continue to convey these to anyone willing to listen, but I feel as though a 'post' a day does not cut it anymore. I need something vital for my growth as a person and follower of Christ.

I always admired Ann Frank, young as she was, who kept a most treasured and irreplaceable diary. Whether to her it was a diary or journal, the thought is all the same. I want to be like that!

I've always wanted to keep a journal. To record my thoughts, dreams, feelings, desires and other 'stuff' in. I've never been diligent with it though. It could be the ache in my hand after writing so much. (Like that exercise stuff. Who wants to go back to the gym after getting sweaty and sore?) Or it could be that I lose things easily and never can keep the blasted journal/notebook in one place as to remember to do it daily.


These are just some of the reasons why I have considered blogging. I never misplace the computer and I never get an ache in my hand from typing. Also, I am online almost everyday to look at e-mails, recipes, and look up subject matter pertaining to my son's school work. (I did mention I was a mother, right?)

This blog is for my enjoyment and hopefully something I can pass down to my children and/or grandchildren. (Please, Lord. No grandkids for at least 15 years!) * Even that is cutting it close! Geeeez...

If it just so happens that someone else receives enjoyment from reading my posts, than please, comment and let me know. If you do not receive enjoyment, than why are you still reading?

Until tomorrow, or whenever I feel like it, have a good day!