So, the other day a friend and I were talking about a recent Facebook post that backed up the post: You'll Gladly Die for Your Children; Why Won't You Cook for Them?. We were both frustrated and irritated. First, we both agree wholeheartedly that the eating habits we...
Last month my Hubby's grandma passed away. For several days, I just felt numb. I took care of what needed to be done. I supported my mother-in-law and was just generally helpful. But I felt guilty. I felt guilty because I wasn't devastated. Sure, it hurt. Yes, I was...
My father and I have never been exactly close. It's not that we don't care for each other it's just that my parents were divorced and sometimes it was just easier if we didn't make it a point to visit. Some days now though I regret that. It bothers me that the only...
My children attend a private school. I love the teachers and the principal. They're wonderful people. However, I honestly do NOT understand the administration. Several years ago they enacted a new policy that if you work at the school and attend the church that runs...
So, last week I explained that Zany wrote a poem that I didn't particulaly like (). It's not that there was a huge problem with it it's that she first wrote a different poem that I liked better. Her teacher, however, didn't like this one... Someone cleans up...
Yesterday, was my baby's birthday. The birthday where he turned 16. All I could do as I sat there was to think about how precious he is. I was so very scared when I found out I was pregnant. I was living alone my boyfriend had just broken up with me. I was devastated....
My baby girl wrote a poem for creative writing. It's okay, but I didn't love it. Next week I'll explain why 😉 Play play All day long Please please Stay a little longer I love to go Swinging, running, and sliding And jumping high We do all these things There’s one...
Another Great Card Thanks to Gina ~ Hott Books
Yes, It really can happen & not only at Christmas ! Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl. "Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling....