It's A Girl Thang.....

Bra's...... not Breast Cancer.....

The girls at Quilters of South Carolina, have created a "Traveling Art Show" of sorts, to raise money for Breast Cancer Research.
And what might you ask is featured in this Art Show??? BRA'S... of course..


This one would be perfect for Halloween....



And this one when your not feeling so nice...


And this one for all the brave Women that have served our country...


And here's one for the girly girl....


And one for the girl that is torn between the Gamecock's and the Tigers...



And then come Oct. (which is also Breast Cancer Awareness Month) these Bra's and many more will be auctioned off and the Money donated to the Best Chance Network, a program to provide care and treatment for uninsured women across the state who are diagnosed with breast and cervical cancer....
So go here, to view all of the bra's and find out how you can become the proud owner of one of there beauties...

And the Dragon Grins.....

I borrowed this poem from the blog of clueless in carolina...... whom also deals with Fibromyalgia...

THE DRAGON GRINS
The doctor explains to me that I have a Dragon that has come to possess me. This Dragon is mean. This Dragon is deceiving and destructive. "But" the doctor says, "We can work at keeping this Dragon down."

"What is this Dragon's name?" I ask.

The doctor in his professional calmness says "The Dragon is FMS." The doctor explains to me ways we are going to keep him down. "Feed the Dragon some meds like Trazodone or Elavil. Do some light exercise, maybe the Dragon will get tired and leave you alone for a while."

I turn to leave and for the first time I see this Dragon. He looks at me with those evil yellow eyes,

and the Dragon grins.

I say to myself that Dragons can be slain. I read that in stories at school. The armor clad knight slaying the Dragon and triumphantly returning to town.

As I am in this daydream the Dragon jumps on me. I wrestle with him. His hot breath sears my head. His roar makes my ears ring. He leaves me in a pile of flesh on the ground. I ache all over. Some parts of my body are painful to touch. I am exhausted as I pick myself back up again. The Dragon looks back to me --

and the Dragon grins.

"I hate you Dragon." I scream as he walks away. I feed the Dragon the medication prescribed. Slowly at first, then increasing a little as time goes by. I do begin a little exercise. I change some of my diet and increase the carbohydrates. I am starting to feel better. Wow! I can go back to work now. With joy I move about relatively pain free. And I say to myself, "Maybe I have beat this Dragon. Maybe the Dragon was only my imagination. I was just a little depressed and down, but now life is great."

I look to the sky and see dark clouds looming. A cold North wind starts to blow. I hear a thunderous pounding of footsteps. I have heard that sound watching Jurassic park, but I'm not watching the movie. Boom..... Boom... Boom... I don't see anything. Boom...Boom... I panic and start to run. I don't know where to run, but I just run. The pounding gets closer and louder. I feel breath on my neck. I dare not turn around as I try to run faster...faster. A claw grabs my shoulder. Searing hot pain rips down my back. I stumble and get back up. This time something trips me and I roll to my back, staring upward. Terror runs through my body.

The Dragon has returned! "You can't escape" the Dragon yells, "YOU ARE MINE!!" I try to get up as the Dragon slams my body back to the ground. I can hardly stand the pain as he tortures me by stomping my hands. With his teeth he pulls at muscles in my back and legs. He burns my head with intense fiery breath. The battle is finally over. He stares at my crumpled body as I try to get focused on this beast. My eyes finally clear enough to see,

and the Dragon grins.

Days pass. My fingers no longer work like they used to. My muscles feel like the second day of Olympic training, but the sensation does not leave. My head is not clear. I do not see well at night. Parts of me are cold and clammy. I am stiff. Why did the Dragon beat me so hard? When I try to sleep, the Dragon slaps me awake several times at night. Sometimes I am freezing. In bed I awake drenched in sweat. It hurts to stand. It hurts to sit. My mind says one thing and my mouth says another.

And the Dragon grins.

Sometimes I think I am in a nightmare and will just someday wake up, the real me. I don't look sick, so why do I feel so bad. Friends and family laugh when I mess up on my words talking to them. I feel stupid looking in the refrigerator and not knowing why or walking around in circles either not finding what I was after or forgetting what I was looking for.

If I am driving at night and it starts to rain, the road disappears. And it is not uncommon to go somewhere and then make wrong turns coming back. My mind said turn right, but my body said left. I can go somewhere and not remember how I got there. I am not dumb, just not "connected" anymore.
Outwardly I laugh and play, but inside I have to cry sometimes.

And the Dragon grins.

**** by Ray White

Too Young...

You're young and in a place you didn't ask to be. The doc tells you something you might expect could happen to an aunt, your mom, or your grandmother(not that you would want it to). But it's not, it's happening to YOU! You have cancer... The rest is a blur that turns into a whirlwind...

Start Cutting the Apron Strings....@ 19 almost 20??

I'm so confused here.. And not because I have Chemo Brain or Fibrofog... At what age do you let your baby start being an Adult. Or at least a young adult, where you sit back just a little, and let them make there own decision's without interfering?? At what age do you let your young adult go on a road trip 2 hrs away to visit a friend.. A guy friend???
I love my daughter dearly, and I trust her to make right decisions, and to be able to tell the difference between right or wrong. And if she does make a wrong decision.. then she's smart enough to call mom..
When I was my daughter's age, I was already married.. Thank Goodness she's not.
I think that I am doing a pretty good job of letting her have her own space, make her own decision's with minimal input from mom.. It's actually my ex-husband her Dad that is having the hardest time.. He thinks that he should be able to still tell her what to do and when. And his word is the law..
I actually think at times... NO, I know at times that he is Verbally Abusive toward both our children... and it just seems to get worse the older they get, the more freedom that they want, or desire.. just kills him. He just can not handle it, and he will do or say whatever he thinks will get them to obey his wishes... I have talked to him about this many times...And there is no stopping him... And if I step up and say, well I think they should be able to do this or that, or whatever it is that is in question.. The first thing out of his mouth is, don't you care about your children??
Yes, I do.. Thank you very much... I feel that I love my children enough to let them be who there gonna be, and not try to shape them into what I want them to be.. But, anyhoo... that is an ongoing struggle with the ex..
The question is... Am I being a bad mom if I just let my daughter drive 2 hours to visit her boyfriend....
Now don't think that she won't be getting an ear full as she's going out the door ... Do you have your cell phone, did you get gas, do you have enough money, do you have your directions, and so on and so on... And your sleeping on the couch... RIGHT.....
Am I being a bad parent for having enough faith in my parenting skills, to believe that I can start cutting the apron string.. at least a little??

A Letter To The Normal People...

Hello Family, Friends, and Anyone Wishing to Know Me,
Allow me to begin by thanking you for taking the time out of your day to spend some time with me and get to know me better. A person's time is their most valuable asset and yours is appreciated.
I want to talk to you about Fibromyalgia (FM) and Chronic Myofascial Pain Syndrome (MPS). Many have never heard of these conditions and for those who have, many are misinformed. And because of this, judgments are made that may not be correct… So I ask you to keep an open mind as I try to explain who I am and how FM/MPS has assaulted not only my life but those whom I love as well.
You see, I suffer from a disease that you cannot see; a disease that there is no cure for and that keeps the medical community baffled at how to treat and battle this demon, who's attacks are relentless. My pain works silently, stealing my joy and replacing it with tears. On the outside we look alike you and I; you wont see my scars as you would a person who, say, had suffered a car accident. You wont see my pain in the way you would a person undergoing chemo for cancer; however, my pain is just as real and just as debilitating. And in many ways my pain may be more destructive because people can't see it and do not understand....
Please don't get angry at my seemingly lack of interest in doing things; I punish myself enough I assure you. My tears are shed many times when no one is around. My embarrassment is covered by a joke or laughter, but inside I want to die....
Most of my "friends" are gone; even members of my own family have abandoned me. I have been accused of "playing games" for another's sympathy. I have been called unreliable because I am forced to cancel plans I made at the last minute because the burning and pain in my legs or arms is so intense I cannot put my clothes on and I am left in my tears as I miss out on yet another activity I used to love and once participated in with enthusiasm.
I feel like a child at times... Just the other day I put the sour cream I bought at the store in the pantry, on the shelf, instead of in the refrigerator; by the time I noticed it, it had spoiled. When I talk to people, many times I lose my train of thought in mid sentence or forget the simplest word needed to explain or describe something. Please try to understand how it feels to have another go behind me in my home to make sure the stove is off after I cook an occasional meal. Please try to understand how it feels to "lose" the laundry, only to find it in the stove instead of the dryer. As I try to maintain my dignity the Demon assaults me at every turn. Please try to understand….
Sleep, when I do get some, is restless and I wake often because of the pain the sheets have on my legs or because I twitch uncontrollably. I walk through many of my days in a daze with the Fibro-fog laughing at me as I stumble and grasp for clarity.
And just because I can do a thing one day, that doesn't mean I will be able to do the same thing the next day or next week. I may be able to take that walk after dinner on a warm July evening; the next day or even the in the next hour I may not be able to walk to the fridge to get a cold drink because my muscles have begun to cramp and lock up or spasm uncontrollably. And there are those who say "but you did that yesterday!" "What is your problem today?" The hurt I experience at those words scars me so deeply that I have let my family down again; and still they don't understand….
On a brighter side I want you to know that I still have my sense of humor. If you take the time to spend with me you will see that. I love to tell that joke to make another's face light up and smile at my wit. I love my kids and grandbabies and shine when they give me my hugs or ask me to fix their favorite toy. I am fun to be with if you will spend the time with me on my own playing field; is this too much to ask? I love you and want nothing more than to be a part of your life. And I have found that I can be a strong friend in many ways. Do you have a dream? I am your friend, your supporter and many times I will be the one to do the research for your latest project; many times I will be your biggest fan and the world will know how proud I am at your accomplishments and how honored I am to have you in my life.
So you see, you and I are not that much different. I too have hopes, dreams, goals… and this demon…. Do you have an unseen demon that assaults you and no one else can see? Have you had to fight a fight that crushes you and brings you to your knees? I will be by your side, win or lose, I promise you that; I will be there in ways that I can. I will give all I can as I can, I promise you that. But I have to do this thing my way. Please understand that I am in such a fight myself and I know that I have little hope of a cure or effective treatments, at least right now. Please understand….
Thank you for spending your time with me today. I hope we can work through this thing, you and I. Please understand that I am just like you… Please understand….

Copyright of www.fibrohugs.org Written by Ronald J. Waller

Iowa Winter's

Dear Diary: Iowa Winters:

Aug. 12 - Moved into our new home in Iowa. It is so beautiful
here. The hills and river valleys are so picturesque. I have a
beautiful old oak tree in my front yard. I Can hardly wait to see
the change in the seasons. This is truly God's Country
Oct. 14 - Iowa is such a gorgeous place to live, one of the
real special places on Earth. The leaves are turning a multitude
of different colors. I love all of the shades of reds, oranges and
yellows, they are so bright. I want to walk through all of the
beautiful hills and spot some white tail deer. They are so
graceful; certainly they must be the most peaceful creatures on
Earth. This must be paradise.
Nov. 11 - Deer season opens this week. I can't imagine why anyone
would want to shoot these elegant animals. They are the very
symbol of peace and tranquility here in Iowa. I hope it snows
soon. I love it here!
Dec. 2 - It snowed last night. I woke to the usual wonderful
sight: everything covered in a beautiful blanket of white. The oak
tree is magnificent. It looks like a postcard. We went out and
swept the snow from the steps and driveway. The air is so crisp,
clean and refreshing. We had a snowball fight. I won, and the
snowplow came down the street. He must have gotten too close to
the driveway because we had to go out and shovel the end of the
driveway again. What a beautiful place. Nature in harmony. I
love it here!
Dec. 12 - More snow last night. I love it! The plow did his cute
little trick again. What a rascal. A winter wonderland. I love
it here!
Dec. 19 - More snow - couldn't get out of the driveway to get to
work in time. I'm exhausted from all of the shoveling. And that
snowplow!
Dec. 21 - More of that white shit coming down. I've got blisters
on my hands and a kink in my back. I think that the snowplow
driver waits around the corner until I'm done shoveling the
driveway. Asshole.
Dec. 25 - White Christmas? More freakin' snow. If I ever get my
hands on the SOB who drives that snowplow, I swear I'll
castrate him. And why don't they use more salt on these roads to
melt this crap??
Dec. 28 - It hasn't stopped snowing since Christmas. I have been
inside since then, except of course when that SOB 'Snowplow Mark
comes by. Can't go anywhere, cars are buried up to the windows.
Weather man says to expect another 10 inches. Do you have any idea
how many shovelfuls 10 inches is??
Jan. 1 - Happy New Year? The way it's coming down it won't melt
until the 4th of July! The snowplow got stuck down the road and
the shit head actually had the balls to come and ask to borrow a
shovel! I told him I'd broken 6 already this season.
Jan. 4 - Finally got out of the house. We went to the store to get
some food and a damn deer ran out in front of my car and I hit
the thing. It did $3,000 in damage to the car. Those beasts
ought to be killed. The hunters should have a longer season if you
ask me.
Jan. 27 - Warmed up a little and rained today. The rain turned the
snow into ice and the weight of it broke the main limb of the oak
tree in the front yard and it went through the roof. I should have
cut that old piece of shit into fireplace wood when I had the
chance.
May 23 - Took my car to the local garage. Would you believe the
whole underside of the car is rusted away from all of that damn
salt they dump on the road? Car looks like a bashed up, heap of
rusted cow shit.
May 10 - Sold the car, the house, and moved to North Carolina. I can't
imagine why anyone in their freakin' mind would ever want to live
in the State of Iowa
I'm not sure who wrote this... but for me.. it's soo true...
To anyone who is an Iowian .. I'm sorry....

What Cancer Can Not Do....

That's my story and I'm sticking to it...

A few people have been asking about my story... I feel strength & hope when I read other stories but, my story, I have a hard time talking about.. I'm not sure why.. I love my life, my kids, my husband, my job... but, for some reason, it is just really hard talking about my self having CANCER... Maybe because it brings back all of the memories of HELL... and all the things that I missed out on.. Even things that I was there for... I don't really remember.. I felt like a robot that just went from 1 day to the next trying to finish all the treatments, and at the same time keep my life in order, the house straight, the kids bathed & fed, and school work done, and try really hard not to forget any ball games or cub scout meeting or parent/teacher conferences. Because lord knows, I had an ex- husband and an ex-Mother-in-law that were ready to pounce and let me know how shitty of a job I was doing. But that my dear friends.... is a whole nother blog...
I also think that maybe I haven't talk about my story because I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me...
But, anyhoo here it is... I'll try and make it short..
I'll stat in Jan. 1997, I was a single mom of 2 beautiful kids... Jenn was 7 and Travis was 5, and I had found the man that I felt was my soul mate... We moved in together in June 1997.. Life was grand, and I even liked his 2 boys.. Aaron was 7, and Christian was 3... We were going to be the happy blended family... until Aug. 1998; during my yearly check-up a lump was found. I was sent to a surgeon and it was confirmed that I did indeed have Breast Cancer. Because of my age (30) and the size of the tumor... I was told that I had a 30% chance to live 5 yrs... After all the x-rays and scans were done to find out if the cancer had spread... I got that good news/ bad news thing... The good news was the cancer had not spread out of the site.. But the bad news was I also had Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. How could this be??? I am 30 yrs old, I have 2 small children, I finally find my soul mate and now there telling me that I have 2 cancers...At the time I was like.. I would like to know what I did so wrong to be handed this..Still haven't found the answer to that one yet??
After a couple of surgeries to remove the tumor, install a port, I was ready for chemo.. I started chemo on 12/2/97. I asked Dr. Z a million times... are you sure my hair is going to fall out, and every time his answer was the same... He would always look away from me and say.. I'm sooo sorry Ms. P but yes you are.. In about 2 weeks.. I LOVED my oncology Dr... He had been at this job for more than 30 years and he still had a heart & cared how I felt. As for my hair.. I felt that my hair was my best feature.. It was long & full.. And friends often joked with me & called me Simba (from the Lion King). Well Dr Z was right & wrong.. I did loose my hair.. But I babied it.. I don't think that I washed it the last week. But, by 12/23/98 I couldn't deny it any longer... It had to go.. I was leaving hair all over the house. So me & my momma went into the bathroom and she preceded to shave my head.. I was trying so hard not to cry and be a BIG girl about it... But, I have to say I shed some tears over loosing my hair.. But their was 1 humorous thing that happened.. While my mom was shaving my head, she stops and all of sudden says.. "Oh my gosh.. I forgot you had a freckle on the top of your head.. It kind of lightened the mood a little. I really don't know what I would have done if I hadn't of had my mom their.. Anyhoo... I was to flip back & forth between A/C for the Breast Cancer and ABVD for the Lymphoma... On Valentines 1999 Dan proposed to me.. I knew that this man must really love me.. Because how many men would ask a women to marry them as he sat their staring her in the face as the dinning room light made her head look like it had just been waxed. Yep.. When he popped the "BIG" question.. I had nothing covering my bald head.. Well, all the chemo took for ever.. I finally finished chemo in 8/99. Since I had to have two different fields that were side by side and on the chest region ( near my heart, lungs.. u know the stuff I need to live) that needed radiation, I had to travel to the University of Iowa Hospitals & Clinics... For 2 months, I drove 5 days a week, an hour each way to receive radiation.. I am proud to say.. That I drove my self there & back for everyone of them, and then went straight to work. I did continue to work my full time job thru chemo & radiation with only missing very little time. I really believe that if I had not worked and did not have all the girls in the office to talk to... I would have gone in sane.... I did have my mom.. She lives in N.C and she came up here to help out as much as possible... But were not rich.. And plane tickets are expensive... And needless to say.. All of this medical stuff was costing a small fortune even though I did have medical insurance..
After I finished all treatments 11/99.. I still continue to have pain.. At first it was near where I had surgery.. And after a few years it had seem to spread throughout my body... by the summer of 2005 I was on Oxycodone... I hated being drug all the time... when at times the pain meds didn't even help the pain... I was kind of scared to keep going to my Dr., I didn't want him to think that I just wanted pain meds.. Finally I found a web site where you could take a health quiz and it would help give you an idea of what was wrong with you. It came back Fibromyalgia.. So I went to my family Dr. and he sent me to another Dr. and finally I was told what I already had found out.. Fibromyalgia... and there is NO cure.. So now I have been thru Physical Therapy and Occupational Therapy... didn't help.. Loose weight and be more active... That's what I was told.. WHATEVER.. ( I was given tons of steroids during my chemo treatments and it made me pack on the weight.. about 50 lbs. So I asked my oncologist since you gave me meds to put the weight on.. Can you give me something to help take it off... Well.. His answer was NO... What the crap.. They have drained me of all my energy.. Therefore I have no energy for will power..) And that was from a Dr. at the pain clinic.. If I had any energy at all... I would LOVE to be more active... and when I did try and make myself more active... I hurt like HELL..... I feel like Damned if you do and Damned if you don't.. I take my meds and I deal with it... Some days are better than others but a lot of days are worse that others...
During all of this.. Dan & I got married 3/11/2000.. He has been my rock for the Breast Cancer stuff... but the Fibromyalgia.. Not so much. I just don't think that he gets it... But, again I deal with it...
I just want to live my life without having to just deal with it... Is that too much to ask for..
Maybe one day...
Sorry... I am sure that I did a lot of rambling... But, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it…

Bald Chicks are Hott..

Just wanted to share...

Lover & Best friend

After reading a blog that I follow.. DOOCE....
She had a post about trivial questions about your marriage... So I decided to try it myself...

What are your middle names?
Mine is Denise and Dan's is Daniel.. A better question for us would have been what are your first names, since we both go by our middle names.. So, my first name is Catherine and Dan's is Jonathan

How long have you been together?
We have been together for 12 1/2 yrs, and we have been married for almost 9 yrs.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
2 yrs.

Who asked whom out?
It was just kinda mutual... We were best friends before there was ever a romantic relationship.

How old are each of you?
I am the "big" 40, and my hubby is a little older then me.. He is 46 yrs young.

Whose siblings do you see the most?
My husbands brother.. All of my siblings live in N.C....

Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Finances.... and we will leave it at that..

Did you go to the same school?
No, Dan went to Rock Falls High School in Rock Falls, IL, and I went to Cherryville High School in Cherryville N.C, till I was a junior and then I moved with my dad and ended up graduating from Moline High School, in Moline, IL.

Are you from the same home town?
NO.. My hometown is Cherryville, N.C. and Dan's hometown is Rock Falls, IL.

Who is smarter?
Dan is smarter.. He would kick my butt in any Trivia game.

Who is the most sensitive?
That would be me...

Where do you eat out most as a couple?
This is a hard question.. Since my husband is a GM at a local restaurant.. He would prefer home-cooking instead of going out..

Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Cancun, Mx

Who has the craziest exes?
It's almost a tie.. But I won't say who the winner is... lol

Who has the worst temper?
I think that we both do.. I love to throw things and slam doors... and Dan likes to use words.. LOUDLY ..

Who does the cooking?
That's about a tie also.. I like to cook a lot of Southern dishes that I grew up eating, and Dan likes to try out new recipes...

Who is the neat-freak?
Oh.. God... my husband is the neat freak.. You can tell just by looking at our bedroom.. His side compared to mine..

Who is more stubborn?
I think I have some of that Southern Stubboen that DOOCE mentions, but I'm also a Taurus...poor Dan...

Who hogs the bed?
Neither of us.. our 2 little dogs do.. and I'm talkin our Yorkie is 12 lbs. and our Jackie Bichon is all of maybe 8 lbs.

Who wakes up earlier?
Dan always gets up earlier when neither of us really have to.. Otherwise on work days.. I do.. The babies start getting here at 5:30am

Where was your first date?
A walk down by the river... It would have been so romantic if it hadn't been for all the BUGS....

Who is more jealous?
I am.. He works in a Restaurant with a bunch of hot young girls.. I on the other hand.. work at home surrounded with infants and toddlers all day..

How long did it take to get serious?
about a month

Who eats more?
I do...

Who does the laundry?
That would be ME again...

Who's better with the computer?
And ME again..But there are a few things that he has taught me..

Who drives when you are together?
We usually take turns.. Dan will usually drive there and I drive home..


My hubby completes me.....

Is there something in the water???

Honestly, is there???
In the last 2 1/2 months, I have had two friends diagnosed with Breast Cancer... One friend actually was there for me when I went through it 10yrs ago.. 10 yrs.. has it really been that long?? Actually up until recently.. It had seemed like a life time ago that I knocked on deaths door... It's a time in my life, that I have tried so hard to stash away in the back, on a shelf, that I never visit... I will never be able to forget... It's always there in the back of my head... I never know what will trigger it to come forth, but it always does, and as quickly as I can... I push it right to the back again.. Until the next trigger...
This is something that I did, even when I was slap dab in the middle of all the Hell... But, was this a smart thing to do??? Did I ever really deal with it like I should have?? Sometimes, I think that maybe, I tried to be too strong, so that my kids would not know how much their mom was really hurting. My kids were in 2nd and 5th grades at the time of my diagnoses..I felt they were to young to have to deal with such a grown up issue... Of course I told them.. I had to.. I had No other choice.. There mom was gonna be bald for over a year..
So I sucked it up and plowed straight ahead.. I continued to work full time.. Thank God for an office job...
But, now 10yrs later... I am questioning the way I handled everything.. I know there really isn't a right and a wrong way, because everyone is different.. And I sure wasn't handed a manual on how to handle being diagnosed with 2 cancers, how to handle it all with your kids, your boyfriend (at the time..husband now), the loss of my main identity... my HAIR...... all at the tender age of ...30
But, now that I have had two friends diagnosed.. I seem to fall apart..
Dianna was there for me from the time I got the life changing news...till now.. She saw the good, the bad, and the bald...
Dianna went in to have surgery.. so I bought her a little gift, and a card to surprise her at the hospital before they took her back.. But, once I was there, it took all I had to hand her the gift, give her a hug, and tell her good luck and then excuse myself... Once I made it out to the hallway... I lost it... I don't remember ever crying that hard, especially in front of someone.. I was so mad at myself.. I had come there to show support for Dianna... and I loose it.... WHY????
And that brings me back to the question of... did I not come to terms with my own diagnoses 10 yrs before.. Is that why I have such a hard time discussing cancer with anyone.. Let along someone whom I'm close with....
And it's not just that... A co-worker of my husbands passed away last week.. As any wife would.. I went with him for moral support.. I don't think that I mentioned.. that this co-worker... was 33 yrs old, and a mom... All I did was glance, that's all it took.. I told my husband, I'm sorry.. I'll meet you out front... All I could see was myself... That could have been me.. I know.. It wasn't... But, it doesn't stop me from thinking that it could have been.. and what if either one of my cancers come back.. It could be me...
I just don't know.. maybe, I should have dealt with things more openly and I wouldn't have all these triggers...
I guess for the rest of my life... I could say "What if" about everything...

got insurance????

My sweet child.... My only son..... He turned 17, just last month..... He's had his driver's license for a little over a year now....




As his mom... I have to admit, that I did teach him how to drive.... He passed his Driver's Ed. class





But... sometimes, my darling sweet child, just get's a little distracted.....






And runs into the flipping garage door.....

Fresh & Frisky Spray, Love Smitten's, and Passion Petals... ohhh my

Passion Parties.. Have you heard of these??Have you attended one of these parties??
Call me old fashion, frugal, a dud... I don't know.. call me whatever, but I have never been to one of these parties..
I feel that I am very open with my children, I can talk to them just about anything.. To a certain point, and then mom starts getting uncomfortable...
But, my 19 yr old daughter informs me that she went to one of these parties hosted my one of her girlfriends, whom is a yr older than my daughter... Now this friend is already married and has a child.. so, in my eyes that does make it a little bit different...for her, not my daughter... But, still, I do not think that my daughter should be attending one of these parties.. or for that matter have a reason to attend one of these parties...
But, now my 19 yr old daughter has informed me that she wants to host one of these parties and since she still lives at home while she is attending college... she wants to host this party at my house and wants me to attend... What the crap is she thinking??? Her reply is.. Well, mom times have changed and things are different now.. I know this and I fully understand this... But, still, is this something that a Mother and her 19 yr old daughter should share?? I am so confused..
I don't have a problem talking to my daughter about sex.. but I think that attending one of these parties with my daughter.. is a little too much for me.. a little or a lot out of my comfort zone.. Am I too far back in the 80's??
My parents never talked about sex or safe sex with me, at all... never... Finally at the age of 40.. my Mom & I had our 1st talk ever that had to do with sex..
So, I don't know.. maybe it's the way I was raised.. Some things are private...or are they????

There's always more than 1 performer in a family

Tell me that my nephew doesn't have the moves... come on tell me...
I know he does.. cause it's in his blood.. His Aunt Denise (me).. cut a few rugs when I was a wee bit younger.. As for his mom. my sissypoo... she's a little on the shy side.. and wouldn't be caught dead cutting a rug like that... I don't think that I have seen her dance, since we were kids..
I have to say, that I am VERY proud of my nephew... At the age of 15.. he hated school.. wouldn't go, no matter what... I ran across this web site for kids to finish school and learn a little about the Army and life.. So his mom talked him into going.. It was thru the National guard.. a program about 5 months long.. but so far.. he has finish high school, he's now working full time... and really seems to have gotten on the right track in life... I love you Ry and I wish you all of the luck in life that you can handle...

And.......

I hope that you always feel like dancing before work....