Saturday, December 31, 2011

Let's get drunk and be somebody!!!


Toby Keith certainly knows how to name songs. Anyway, it's New Years Eve and we are getting ready to get our drink on. I may need a twelve step program after tonight because I have enough alcohol to pickle my liver.

I'm making chili and cornbread, cake pops and jello shots. We'll play games and once we are all tipsy enough, we'll play sing star. That noise that sounds like a cat being tortured? That's me, singing R-E-S-P-E-C-T with my sister while the kids howl with laughter. I always lose that game but everyone gives me an A for enthusiasm so what the hell.

2012 is going to be an amazing year. Even with the bumps we ran into, 2011 was a good year for Hailey and I and I expect 2012 to be even better.

 I've made a list of resolutions, some of them I'll share with you tomorrow as soon as I can see out of both eyes, but for today I want to say thank you.

Thank you for reading what I write, when I started this I thought the only person who would read it would be my mom. Thanks for commenting, comments make me happy. Thank you for sharing your lives with me through your blogs and your comments. Thank you for offering support through the storms and most of all, thank you for making me laugh when I had my sad pants on.

I would like to give you all a money tree but since mine died without reproducing I'm afraid that all I have for you are wishes.

I wish you a year of love, surrounded by people you love.

I wish you laughter every day, a good belly laugh is one of the best things in the world.

I wish you peace, from your demons and those that belong to others.

I wish health for you and those you love, as a matter of fact I'm going to drink to your health over and over and over tonight so you should be covered.

Mostly I wish that you all live in your happy place, that little place in your heart that says all is right in the world.


Be safe, have fun, don't do anything stupid, but if you do, for God's sake, blog about it so I can laugh my ass off!

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

People of Walmart

Everyone knows about the People of Walmart site, if you don't, go there now, you will find pictures to laugh at, maybe even some of your relatives are featured on there. The other day my darling daughter earned her People of Walmart badge, not through a picture but through a story that will be heard around Walmart for quite a while.

My kid has a wicked sense of humor and she's a little twisted. One day last week she called me after work and said she was at her boyfriends house, then they were going to Walmart to get "feminine hygiene products" and then they would be home to eat all the cake pops I made for her grandfather. Just a normal night.

When Hailey came in she was laughing so I asked her what was so funny, this is her story.


Her supervisor decided to hang balloons on everyones cubicle. Hailey loves balloons and wouldn't let hers go, she even took it when she left for the day. As she was walking to the parking lot one of the guys asked her if she was going to pop it. Hailey said no, and promptly shoved it under her shirt. Everyone was busting a gut because she looked about eight months pregnant.

Never one to let a good joke die she left this balloon under her shirt and drove to her boyfriends house. She walked in their house, with the balloon still under her shirt, causing his parents to snort perfectly good wine out of their noses.

Hailey's boyfriend walked in, since they've known each other for four years he wasn't surprised, just gave her a kiss and asked how her day was. They went to Walmart, Hailey still sporting a balloon baby. At Walmart Hailey climbed into the back of the cart so Alex could push her because even at 18 she still thinks her legs are painted on.

They get tampons and across the aisle are the pregnancy tests. My darling daughter grabs one to go with her tampons. At the checkout she hands the tampons and the pregnancy test to the cashier and Alex pushes her forward so the clerk can see her.

Hailey said the look on her face was priceless. She was probably thinking, seriously? You're still not sure?

So if you hear a story about a hugely pregnant girl buying tampons and a pregnancy test at Walmart, that was my daughter. She gave birth in the car after leaving Walmart and was feeling well enough to eat all the cake pops I didn't have time to hide.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

I miss my Krissy friend

 Today is the anniversary of the brutal murder of one of my best friends. A year later it makes even less sense. I cannot believe she is gone. I can't believe the way she was taken. I live in Salt Lake for hell's sake, people don't get murdered here, and certainly not people I know.

But Krissy did. A series of bad choices led her to be in the presence of evil and he did not take pity on her. He didn't care that she was someones daughter, sister, mother, lover and friend. He didn't care that she was still loved even as she was lost. He did not care about the two daughters she left behind who now have to go through life knowing what this monster did to their mother. He cared for no one but himself.

That was evident when he went to trial. He knew they would convict him, he had confessed after all and they had more than enough forensic evidence. He also knew that the brutality of the crime he committed would get him the death penalty.

Faced with his own death he became afraid and took the cowards way out. He plead guilty and saved the state an expensive trail. In return he got life in prison without parole. Funny how these monsters can destroy another human being without a thought, not care that they are causing someones death, but when faced with their own death they become afraid.

So once again, here is my post for my Krissy friend and all that was lost.


I have a friend, or rather, I HAD a friend, about a year and a half ago I asked her to never call me again. I told her I didn’t need her drama in my life. I told her I couldn’t watch her kill herself. Now she is gone, but before we get there, I want to tell you about my friend.



Krissy was beautiful, intelligent, talented and broken. She was unable to see her own worth and acted like I was crazy when I would tell her how fortunate I felt to be her friend. Krissy was just unable to believe that she was lovable or valuable. I don’t know why, I’m not sure she knew why, so she drank. And drank, and drank.


Krissy drank away everything that ever mattered to her, including her children. She lost custody of both of her daughters because she was unable to stay sober. I think a part of her believed she didn’t deserve them. She told me several times they would be better off without her, they didn't need a mother like her. That made me cry and I told her again and again how fortunate they were to have her.


Krissy was funny, so very funny. She and I had so many inside jokes, all it would take was one word or a hand motion and we would both be laughing so hard, standing with our legs crossed trying not to pee our pants. She always knew what would make me laugh and at work I would get random emails from her, strange ads on craigslist, funny dating profiles, news of the weird. Krissy could find a laugh in just about anything.


Krissy loved movies and she could quote them all. I am not a movie buff. She would start telling me about some funny scene in a movie and start laughing so hard she could barely talk and I would just look at her, not knowing the movie so unable to see the humor and when she would stop laughing she would say " Dammit Jane, why am I your friend? You know nothing about humor." Then she would laugh again.


She always called me Jane, as in Jane you ignorant slut, from Saturday Night Live, and she was my Krissy friend. "Anytime I called her she would answer the phone "Bobs House of Bestiality" or some other perverted sex shop name and then laugh like a hyena and say " Jane you ignorant slut, where have you been all my life?"


Krissy snorted when she laughed, which always made me laugh harder.


Did I mention that she drank? I don’t mean she drank a little, she drank so much that one of the many times I cleaned her apartment after a binge I filled five huge trash cans with empty alcohol containers. I remember thinking that she had consumed more alcohol in a week than most people do in a lifetime. I also wondered how she could live through that kind of drinking, but live she did.


Our friendship had been broken more than once due to her drinking, I couldn't understand it and I couldn't watch it. I tried to be supportive, to be there for her, to help her over the hard spots. She could be a mean drunk and when you tried to help her she would turn on you so when her youngest daughter was about two I said, no more, I won't do this anymore. I didn't see her for three years.

After all that time a mutual friend asked for my help because no one had seen her in weeks and he was worried, he asked me to climb through her dog door because I was the only one who could fit. I was mad, I didn't want to be pulled back into that mess. I climbed through the dog door and sat in the car while he went in. After about an hour I had to use the bathroom so I snuck in but she heard me, he told her I was in the car.


Krissy called my name, I went to the doorway of her bedroom. I was so disgusted, how do you let yourself get to this place? I didn't want anything to do with her.Tears started rolling down her face and she held out her hand to me. Her beautiful hands. Krissy had the hands of a concert pianist. Long, beautiful, delicate fingers, so soft they were childlike. I held her hand and as weak as she was she tried to pull me to her, I climbed into that disgusting bed she had been laying in for weeks and just held her. Krissy put her hand on my cheek, looked in my eyes and said "Jane, is it really you?"


Trina and I took her to the hospital that time to detox. She was bad, really bad. The alcohol had affected the motor center of her brain and they didn't think she would walk again. The doctor told me she would probably have to go into a nursing home. My beautiful Krissy, unable to even go to the bathroom on her own.

Somehow she recovered, she got better. I took her home, we cried about it, then, because it was Krissy, we laughed about it. She told me of things that happened in the hospital and the cute little boy nurses that took care of her and we laughed some more. She was determined to get better. I was determined to help her.


Krissy liked to stay busy when she wasn’t drinking, I think it helped her not to drink. She was always finding and restoring some thing that she found at a yard sale or thrift store. Krissy had the ability to take something that most of us would throw away and turn it into something beautiful.


Krissy loved animals, she took in every stray, she found homes for animals that no one else wanted. She loved them with the love a mother has for her children and every time she woke up in the hospital I had taken her to, yet again, her first question was about her animals.

In the end, none of these things mattered. That demon on her back was stronger than the love that she had for us or that we had for her, and she fell. I walked away because I couldn't stand it. I could not stand to see her waste her life and all she had to give. I didn't know how to help her in a way that didn't enable her. So I walked away.

Two days ago a homeless woman was found dead in a park bathroom. She was brutally murdered. My beautiful friend Krissy is no more.

The news report said she fought her attacker so they were looking for someone who liked like they had been in a fight. That was my Krissy, a hell cat to the end. Even in death she made me laugh, I knew she would never go down without a fight.


Goodbye my Krissy friend, you were so loved, I'm so sorry it wasn't enough. We will never forget you and never stop mourning what could have been, if only.........

I will miss you so.



Love,

Jane

Online Shopping

I love online shopping, you find all sorts of things that are not at your neighborhood Walmart. I like to find different gifts, things that someone wouldn't necessarily buy for themselves.

While I was searching I cam across JustAddressPlaques.com. Now I want one! They have the coolest personalized address plaques to put your street address out there for everyone to see, they truly have something for everyone's tastes.

My favorite are the address posts, you get a beautiful post plus a custom address plaque. Of course my yard is so small that the post would take up the whole thing. They also have plaques for your mailbox.

Such a great idea for gift giving, one for someone else and one for yourself. They also have solar address plaques, which I love, I'm all about being green.

Check them out and dress up your house. I'm going back to searching unique gifts for people I love, mainly me of course, but I may find something for someone else!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Just call me Martha-Betty, or maybe Betty-Martha


The joy of the weekends before Christmas. That's when I run around like the energizer bunny on crack, so much to do and so little time because I am a major procrastinator.

This weekend I was channelling Betty Crocker and Martha Stewart, even the dog is afraid. First there are goodies to be baked. Cake pops, chocolate chip cookies, oatmeal pomegranate cookies, chewy chocolate drops, cream cheese mints, peanut butter fudge. On and on and on it goes. I have to make extra because I eat a lot and I still want to be able to send some to my parents. And then of course Hailey sneaks large containers of stuff out of the house to feed her teenage friends, that alone can eat up an entire day's worth of baking.

And then there was Martha, I made a scarf and gloves for Ivy, so cute. My brother and my cute sister in law are having their first baby this little angel will be 2000 miles away so since I can't snuggle it every chance I get I want it to be wrapped in goodies that I made.

I found this cute little tutorial at The Purl Bee for making little felt baby shoes. I may have gotten carried away. We don't know what the little one is yet so I just want to make sure my bases are covered. I've started quilts for both sexes as well. I know quite a few preggos right now so I think they will all have plenty of baby shoes.

Now, I'm just tired.  I'm having box wine, cheddar cheese and yellow mustard, because in addition to channelling Martha and Betty, I'm extremely classy.

Texts between friends


Everyone I know is sick, we have all been sick for weeks. Just when we think it's going to go away it comes back and brings some new friends.

One of  best friends is sick, I'm not going to tell you which friend to protect her identity, you will understand why in a minute. Today she texted me, follows is exactly what was said:

Friend: OMG!!!!!! Cough cough sniff sniff blow! Shit shit....shit myself and puke. Ain't life grand

Friend: Oh wait, Puke cough choke on puke...shit myself...wish for death...merry fu**ing Christmas

Me: I'm sorry I am still sick but not that bad

Friend: At least I'm still laughing at myself as I wish for death

Friend: And hey I have lost three pounds since I woke up this morning

Me: You are too much

Me: I found it. It was at the bottom of my cookie jar

Friend: Is that where you hide your mind?

Friend: I have found mine in the gutter many times

Me: No just the weight you lost

Friend: LOL I am a little slow

Friend: Miss you

Me: Miss you too

I think she may have a fever, she sounds a little delirious but she almost made me snort coffee out of my nose.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

I love my car but.....

I think my car may hate me. I've babied that thing, kept it in the garage, make sure the maintenance is taken care of and what does it do? Every once in a while, for no apparent reason, it won't start.

I'm mad, it's cold, I need to go to the store to get more baking supplies and it won't start. Yes I know I live two blocks from the nearest grocery store but I dont' like that one because it's more expensive and did I mention it's freaking freezing?

My poor Daddy, waiting patiently for his Christmas goodie package, that I can't make because of my dumb car!

In other news, Clementine has a new sweater, she's very stylish for a one eyed dog. My sister brought her little doggie over yesterday, I can't remember what she is but I think she's part cutie patootie and the other part sweetie pie. Clementine likes very few dogs but she loves Sassy.

Yesterday she tried to hump poor Sassy. I think since we took her eye out she's thinking that maybe she had a penis we removed as well.

Oh well, cars and dogs and my Amazon order hasn't shipped. Today is a super fabulous day as you can tell, I think I may have to hit the wine early today, it's not like I'm gonna be driving anywhere.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Christmas shopping is gonna be the death of me.


Thought I would check in today. It's December,just in case you didn't get the memo. Around here that means lots of shopping. Just when my baby gets all grown up it seems that we are invaded by little ones. So once again Fisher Price and Little People are invading my home.

First there is my little Ivy Love and her brothers. That girl is all about princesses, such a fun age. Although I have to tell you now that she talks better none of our secrets are safe! She's so funny trying to figure out how I fit into her family- in case you didn't know, Ivy is my daughter's sister- she still occasionally calls me Mom because she's not sure who the hell I am.

Last time she was here we were reading in bed and she got excited about her book and said "Mom- and then a bunch of stuff about kitties that I didn't understand." I murmured approvingly and then she said "Are you Mom?" I laughed and told her I'm sisters mom, but I'm her Aunt Missi. She said, "Ok, Mom." She really is talking much better but for some reason refuses to say her sister's name, she calls her Jessie. At first we were like who the hell is Jessie, but then she said " Sister's Jessie" and rolled her eyes at me. Whatever kiddo.

Then there is little miss Liliana, she is my daughter's friends baby, and such a sweetie. But finally, there is the man of the family, my great nephew Noah. Oh, how much fun that little boy is. He is eight months old and such a happy boy.

So my cart was filled with baby toys, it was so much more fun than buying the latest video games or I tunes gift cards. I think I'm just going to adopt everyones little ones for Christmas from now on.

More baking will be done this weekend. Trina and I baked and drank wine for two days but it was kind of lame because we were both sick, so I'm gonna do it again with my sisters.

Clementine's eye has healed perfectly, she doesn't even look strange, she has so much hair you can't usually see her eye anyway. She has a few new nicknames, Hailey's favorite is Cyclops, and for Halloween she is going to be a one eyed, one horned flying purple people eater.  Jackson calls her disability dog, we're trying to figure out what her super power is so we can make her a cape. That sounds like a super hero doesn't it?

Hope everyone is having as much fun as I am!

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

My pirate doggie


Poor, poor Clementine. First she got stuck with me as her human, now this! I love my little dog, she is most definitely part of our family. I make fun of her just like I do Hailey, it's how I parent.

For instance, her little feet turn out so she could never be a show dog, and she has one hell of an under bite and I refuse to pay for braces for her crooked little teeth. So I'm always teasing her about it, and to top it off, I make her wear sweaters in the winter. Once I even bought her a raincoat and boots, but she ran away and wouldn't come home until I threw them in the trash.

I know people say that dogs don't have human emotions but they have never seen how embarrassed Clementine gets when I give her a haircut at home. Trust me, that doggie feels human emotions and since she lives with me the one she feels most often is shame and humiliation. She's a very proper little doggie, I, on the other hand, am not.

But as usual, I've gotten away from the whole point of this post. A few months ago we noticed Clementines eye looked kind of blue and cloudy and more bulgy than usual. Yes bulgy is a word in our house, it means sticks out more. As a shih tzu her eyes always bulge a bit but this was bulgy even for a bug eyed dog.

Off to the vet we went, he looked at her said she was having tear duct problems and it was causing inflammation and swelling. He gave me some drops and said to use them twice a day. We've been doing this off and on for months but it just kept getting worse.

Because I live to tease people  I kept telling Clementine that she need to shape up and fix her eye because if she needed surgery we were gonna have to put her down. Now before the animal lovers jump on me you have to know I was kidding. I say things like that to everyone, it's how I deal with things.

I took her back to the vet yesterday and the lens in her eye had collapsed and there was a lot of swelling in the back of her eye. He said it would have to come out. To the tune of $800. Holy shit batman!

I made the appointment for today because he said all the swelling was causing pressure and pain so it was best to do it as soon as possible. Not once did I tell her I was gonna have to put her down, but I did tell Hailey that Santa won't be paying us a visit this year.

My sister, always helpful, suggested we sneak up behind Clementine and scare the hell out of her so the eye would just pop out, that way I could save $800. Trina said we could get her a seeing eye dog if the other eye does the same thing. I think I'm gonna have both of them put down.

Anyway, she's home they say she did well. She's happy, wagging her tail and hating that collar they put on her. The first thing she did was try to pick up her ball so she could play fetch. I know it's rude but I might have laughed a little watching her try to maneuver that cone to pick up the ball.

 I'm sad that my poor baby doggie had to go through this but glad that now she won't have any more pain in her head. I'm going to make some cute little eye patches for her so the other dogs at the dog park can't make fun of her. We'll use that eye socket as a fashion accessory dammit!

I love you Clemmie, you one eyed, duck footed, crooked teeth little mess. But you're my mess I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Hello, hello, hello...........


Just dropping in quickly to say hello. I'm at 5474 words, I'm kicking this novels ass! I think it's good, I hope it's good, I want it to be good!

Somehow I'm managing to keep up with the blogs that I write for Families.com so I thought I should stop by here and say hello.

I'm still reading all your blogs, commenting occasionally, but if I comment too often I get to caught up in blogs and I'm afraid I won't write.

So know I'm reading everything you write, living vicariously through the lives you guys have. We will have my little Ivy Love this weekend so I'm trying to get a little bit ahead of the writing so I have time to enjoy her company. The picture above was taken last weekend when Hailey took her to the pumpkin patch.

We may go see Puss and Boots this weekend, we may not. However, I'm sure there is a finger painting mess in my future and I can't wait!

See you all soon!

Friday, October 28, 2011

National Novel Writing Month- better known as what the hell was I thinking November

It’s that time of year again. November is National Novel Writing Month, last year I participated. 

This year I was going to skip it but then I read a blog that made me feel guilty for wanting to skip it but I was still hedging and then I got a really good idea. ( I hope)

 So here we go again. I’m trying not to freak myself out but last year I wasn’t even able to keep up with this blog and this year I have five other blogs that I write in addition to this one, blogs that people pay me to write.  And I am thinking about starting another blog,  a personal blog about green living. And I have a full time job. 

So, I’m gonna do the best I can with this blog, cause obviously y’all will live without me if I don’t blog regularly. I will still be writing and crafting for Families.com, and I will be writing 1667 words a day for the novel that will allow me to quit that full time job and do what I love, which is write.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.  Remember, it’s my world, so please support my delusions and send all your happy thoughts to my novel. I promise to remember all of your when I'm rich and famous, after all, someone will have to bring me wine and bon bons.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Can't leave well enough alone can I?

I must be bored. I'm messing with my blog design. I see such pretty blogs all the time and because I'm pretty computer illiterate I'm stuck with all that Blogger has to offer.

It's time to change things up, add some things I've been wanting to add, but what I'm really doing is procrastinating.

For a while now I've wanted to start a green blog, and possibly a craft blog, but that might be later. But the green thing, I know I should be doing more. I know I should be consuming less. So I've been toying with the idea of writing a blog about my quest to become green.

So, messing with this blog is a way to put that off because once I start writing it then I have to actually make some changes. Am I ready for that? Am I ready to commit in such a public way? We all know I struggle with commitment.

I'm still writing my blogs for Families.com, I enjoy it and they pay me, imaging that! But I have so much more to say, about everything.

First I need a title, I've composed the first post in my head but I can't design a blog without a title so I need your help. I have a few ideas and would love to hear your suggestions.

Does this blog make my butt look green?

Doing the green thing

Green- not just for treehuggers anymore

Am I Green?

Learning Green

Oh hell, I don't know, I have title block. Help me out here, any suggestions? Also, what do you think of the black blog?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Dating a loser in ten easy steps


I went to coffee recently with a guy I used to date. We were talking about life and how we wound up where we are at this point in our lives. Just for the record, he was one of the nice guys, you know, the ones I have to find something wrong with because he is just not enough drama for me to date for real.

As we were drinking our coffee and discussing our mutual love lives, or lack thereof, he said something that made me shoot coffee out of my nose, “You have higher standards than most women.” I almost died laughing, has this man even met me?

Then I realized that I have a wealth of information about dating that I should not keep to myself so I was inspired to write this blog. Here, in ten simple steps, you too can date as many losers as you want. I will teach you to identify them so you can move in for the kill and make them your own. Pay attention, this is important stuff!


1. Does he have a job? If yes, kick him to the curb, in a hurry, how are you supposed to take care of him if he is gainfully employed?

2. Does he have a substance/alcohol abuse problem? It’s ok, you can help him, if you just love him enough he will give up his bad habits, remember, no one understands him like you do.

3. Does he often change plans with you at the last minute, or just forget to show up? Cut him some slack, it’s hard to walk away from those video games when you are winning.

4. Does he have a horrible relationship with his ex wife and children? It’s not his fault, she’s a crazy, evil witch who never understood him. ( See number two)

5. Does he forget things that are important to you? Like birthdays and holidays and to pick you up after work, in your car? Relax, you don’t need gifts anyway, besides, no one ever treated him well so he doesn’t know how to treat you.

6. Does he have another girlfriend? Hang in there, one day he will realize that you are the only one for him.

7. Does he live in his mother’s basement? That’s great, you can rescue him and he can live with you, then you can cook for him, clean up after him, pay his bills and do his laundry all while he wears a spot in your couch with his ass. True love just doesn't get any better than this.

8. Do you often call or text him and get no answer? For days on end? It’s not his fault, cell phone companies are real jerks, just because he didn’t pay his bill for two months is really no reason to shut off his phone. Forget the fact that if the phone is shut off it goes straight to voice mail, remember, he’s not ignoring you, he loves you.

9. Do you pay for all of your dates because he is broke? Don’t worry, sooner or later he will find a job, he just has to find a company that appreciates his special skills, and if he is working and only has money for beer and cigarettes you really should be more understanding.

10. Does he bring you flowers, take you out to dinner, compliment you, open doors for you? This guy is a loser, he’s so boring and predictable, you better break it off now before you get stuck with him.

There you have it ladies. Ten steps to help you identify the next loser you should date. If you choose to do the opposite of what I’ve outlined here don’t blame me, I tried to warn you!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Busy, busy, busy!

Once again I've been acting like I have a life or something and not blogging. I really want blogging to be my life but sadly since all three of you who read my blog are as broke as I am, this thing ain't gonna pay the bills!

I have discovered a new love- photography and I'm not too bad at it! I've been taking a ton of pictures of everything, some good, some not so good. Thank God for digital cameras. And I've been crafting. Here is a baby blanket I made for one of my work friends.

Then I took my sister and my niece's bridal pictures. I can't show you my sisters yet because they are a surprise but here's one of my neice.

I photoshopped some pictures and made everyone I work with a zombie. Here's my boss, we hung this at the end of our cubicles as a reminder that he is always watching.


Finally, my neice got married yesterday.Here she is with her father.


That's it for now, my next blog is going to be a self help post- How To Date a Loser in Ten Steps or Less- this seems to be my area of expertise so I thought I would share it with the world.

I know you can't wait.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Wanna be my pretend boyfriend?

They’ve thought of everything. Now, if you are single and want to make people think you are in a relationship you can have a fake girlfriend. I’m not kidding, I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. I had to try it.

First I texted Hi to 212-804-6979 and immediately received a text that said, Oh hai! (o:. You are supposed to save this number in your phone under your imaginary girlfriends name, then when you are out with the boys you send a text to that number, it will text you back and then call you. I waited patiently for the call, this girl was making me look like a fool in front of the guys.



Oh wait, I’m a girl, there are no guys, this is just a test. I’m still waiting………. So while I was waiting for my amazing fake girlfriend to call me, which she never did by the way, I googled “fake girlfriend” there were 119,000,000 results- seriously??



There is even a wiki page to tell you how to create a fake girlfriend or boyfriend. Then I stumbled across a site called, interestingly enough, Imaginarygirlfriends.com, real girls, imaginary relationships. OMG!! You can even break up with her when you are done with the relationship and she will send you a letter begging you to take her back.

This is taking the imaginary friend from your childhood to a whole new level of weirdness. How are you going to bring her home to meet the family? Will she die in a tragic car accident before everyone meets her and then you won't have to date because you are in mourning?



I’m not sure why you would need this, really, what’s the point? If I have an imaginary boyfriend I need more than a few random texts, he should at least take out the trash once in a while.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Not mother of the year.....again

Why does it seem that most of my posts are telling you how I fail at motherhood? Yes, I totally stole the award on my blog, I don't know who it belongs to all I know is the bitch is giving me a bad name.

Tonights bad mother moment is all in the eyes of the beholder. I don't think it makes me a bad mom but Hailey does.

About a month ago Hailey got a tattoo on her wrist for the baby she lost. It's small, delicate and girlie. I wasn't thrilled but realized it could have been worse.

Tonight her boyfriend gave her a new tattoo. Hailey is not a fan of needles or pain so she wanted me to hold her hand. When I said no she broke out the crocodile tears and the pouty face and reminded me that mothers should always support their children, even if they are getting a tattoo she doesn't agree with.

Nope, not happening girlfiriend. There was much stomping and using her best frowny face on me, reminding me that I'm a bad mommy.

I stood my ground, baby girl got her tattoo anyway, even without her Mommy to hold her hand. I'm sure one day she will forgive me but when she is 50 and she hates these tattoos at least she won't be able to say I encouraged it.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Here we go again

Hello my lovely bloggy friends, I've missed you. Well, not really because I've been spying on you everyday through your blogs, but I have missed writing. It's been a while. I would like to say it won't happen again but we all know that would be a lie, so I won't say it.

I thought I would take a minute to catch you up on what I've been doing since you last heard from me. For Labor Day I went camping with some friends, Lava Hot Springs, here we are tubing the river.

These are the friends I went camping with, the very people my Momma warned me about when I was a kid. Just what the heck are they doing?


Then it was home to get ready for my Momma's visit. I redecorated the main bath because Hailey moved to the basement and for the first time in my life I have my own bathroom.



I made this shower curtain, I do not recommend you try this at home. I had to use all of my best swear words several times to get the damn thing done!



Then my Momma came to town. We visited with my sisters and Mom got to see her great grandson for the first time. We laughed, reminisced and bbq'd.



But mostly Momma made us stay up late, drink beer and play cards with questionable men.



Now we are getting ready to marry off my youngest neice, she's almost nineteen, practically an old maid. Thank God we found someone to take her off our hands before her best years were completely behind her. Aren't they cute?



Her briday shower/bachelorette party was last night and I made the cake. It was so lovely, a wedding dress and three pretty bridesmaids dresses in her colors.


Then the fondant got soft and this happened and I found the true purpose of marshmallows.




I had to put marshmallows under the fallen part, no one was the wiser. Ok, so they totally noticed but spared my feelings anyway.

In other news, I'm still writing my blogs at Families.com, I've opened an Etsy shop, there's nothing in it but it's there. And I have a newfound addition to Pinterest.

So that's it for me. What's been going on in your world?

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

And August comes to an end



 I'm always sad to see summer leave us, but not this year. This summer has not been kind to my daughter and I just want it to go away. Time for a fresh start, a new beginning.

Usually fall is new beginnings, a new school year, not this year, Hailey is done with high school, it made me a little sad not to take her school shopping. I took her shopping for clothes for her new job instead.

If you've been reading this over the summer you know my baby was supposed to get married. She didn't, I'm not going to go into why, that's their story, not mine. I'm glad. She's too young, he's too young, they have lots of living to do before they settle down.

Life just keeps rolling along. My Momma is coming for a visit, I'm pretty excited about that, it will be the first time she's seen my home. I've been going a little crazy trying to get some projects finished before she gets here. I know she doesn't care, but I do.

I've been neglecting my blog, again, I will try to be better. I'm writing two blogs at Families. com and haven't figured out how to fit this one in, but I will.

NaNoWriMo is just around the corner again so I'll be crazy writing the next great American novel then you can all say you knew me when.

I also need to lose twenty pounds but it seems my motivation has deserted me. Oh well, tomorrow is a brand new month, maybe it will bring with it some gumption.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Going all Zen and needing a hip replacement

So my life has been a little crazy lately. It's all good right? Everything works out in the end, this too shall pass and any other platitude you can think of . I thought maybe I needed to do something relaxing for myself.

The rec center has a yoga class that sounded like just the thing. Last night I went to yoga, I was going to exercise because everyone knows that's good for stress relief but then I remembered exercise was making me fat, so yoga seemed like just the thing.

The music was very relaxing, everyone was calm and quiet, I actually could have taken a nap in there. Then about 45 minutes in our cute little instructor was "opening our hips" by doing some stretches that most people over 5 are not capable of.

I was very proud of myself because even though it was my first class I was able to keep up. It was very relaxing and I enjoyed it immensely. I came home, showered and slept the sleep of the very relaxed.

That wonderful feeling lasted most of the day but then after sitting in my chair at work all day, my hip started to hurt. After about an hour I was limping cause my freaking hip was hurting. Now I think I need a hip replacement. My hip is screaming, I guess I opened it too much.

Now I'm wishing I had saved all those emails about defective hip replacement recalls. They must have known something I didn't.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Which is worse, life in prison, or death?

Hopefully that is not something I will ever have to personally know, but right now, my heart is torn. I wrote a blog here about my beautiful Krissy friend and her death. Today her murderer waived his preliminary hearing. Of course we don't know the details yet but on Friday we will have more information. The best guess is that he is changing his plea to guilty so he will get a deal that takes the death penalty off the table. The worst that can happen to him now is life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Is it enough? Why does he still get to choose when he took all of Krissy's choices away? Would death be the easy way out? Will it be more horrible for him to have to wake up every morning and remember what he did? Does a person who can commit such a horrific crime even have the human ability to be remorseful and tormented by guilt?

I've never wanted anyone dead, ever. But today I am having a really hard time convincing myself that this man should have the opportunity to live out his life behind bars.

Is there ever really any peace or closure after someone has been murdered?

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Exercise is making me fat


I used to go to the gym six days a week, religiously, nothing came between me and my gym time, on the seventh day I rested and drank wine.

Somehow about a year ago I got out of the habit, c-diff will do that to you, so now, six days a week I rest and drink wine and on the seventh day, just to shake things up, I nap and drink wine.

Now Hailey is getting married and I have no desire to look like an overstuffed pillowcase in her wedding pictures, so back to the gym I go.

It was a good day, as days at the gym go, I was very proud of myself. I actually did a combination of walking and jogging for an hour, then I did some stretching, just to make it look like I knew what I was doing.

I came home and had a lovely dinner, full of vegetables because, Hey! I'm working out now.

A little later, I had one teeny, tiny little cupcake cause, you know, I did work out today.

The cupcake was good, but I really wanted something salty so a handful of bbq potato chips, cause, after all, I deserve them, I worked out.

At nine pm I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on white toast. Shut up, I freaking worked out today!

I may have to give up this working out thing, I don't think I can keep up the food intake, all that eating makes me tired.

I wonder if there is still time to call Omar before the wedding?

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

In non-wedding related news........


I just had the strangest phone call from Joycie. She went to a concert with her friend Craig and called me from the bathroom- drunk! She is so freaking funny. Our conversation went like this:

Me: Are you having fun?
Joyce: Yes, but I'm drunk, we drank four bottles of wine and I can't eat alchohol fast enough to soak up the food.
Me: Maybe you should stop drinking.
Joyce:  I did, it's not working, I can't get undrunk.
Me: Where are you?
Joyce: In the bathroom, I had to come in the large stall where the large people come, I hope they can't hear me.
Me: They can hear you, trust me.
Joyce: Did I call you about......the monkeys?
Me" Ummm, no.
Joyce: Are you sure? Didn't we have a conversation about monkeys?
Me: No, pretty sure I would have remembered that. Who did you call about the monkeys?
Joyce: You, I called you!
Me: Ok, what about the monkeys?
Joyce: I'm just thinking about them, that's all.
Me: Ok ( on a side note, neither one of us has or knows any monkeys)
Joyce: I have to go back out but they are playing scary music, can you hear it?
Me: Yes, it sounds like carnival music.
Joyce: Yes! that's it, it's carny folk music, now people are clapping, I gotta go.
Me: Bye, call me if you need a ride
Joyce: Ok, I'll try to see you in the morning. ( We work together, at 6am)

And she's off to party with the carny folk. Bruce Hornsby has never seen anything like Joycie

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

This is a rant- avert your eyes

I hate to be negative, I'm probably one of the happiest people you will ever meet. Hailey has said to me " Mom, you are one of those annoyingly happy people that other people want to punch." Not today. Today, the Momma bear in me is out and she is pissed.

My daughter is getting married, ya'll might have heard about that. Anyway, Hailey and Alex planned on getting married next summer. Then, my darling daughter found herself a little knocked up, so they moved up the date. Perfectly understandable, even if I did lecture them about getting married for the wrong reasons, waiting, it's ok to have a baby and not be married, yada, yada, yada.

Then my baby lost her baby but decided to go ahead with the wedding, and that, friends and neighbors is when things took a turn for the ugly.

I have always tried to be a good ex wife, I felt that it was important for Hailey's well being if her parents got along. I did everything I could to make sure that we got along, including welcoming his girlfriend of the week into my home, all the time, and hosting a Christmas get together so he would have time with his daughters.

My friends and family think I have a few bats in my belfry. I frequently hear, "Why do you do this? He wouldn't do it for you." I know he wouldn't, but I wasnt' doing it for him, I was doing it for Hailey, and later, for her sister Ivy. They were the ones I worried about, not him.

When Hailey told her father they were going ahead with the wedding, he sent me the following text:

If our daughter is no longer pregnant why are you encouraging her to get married?

Has he met this kid? For a few short years Hailey thought I knew everything. By the time she was five, she was totally on to me and knew that things were much more fun if you didn't do what Mom said.

I decided to ignore him, no reason to fight. Then Hailey called me crying, not only was her father refusing to give her away, he wasn't even coming to the wedding. The two of them exchanged some words on Facebook and he then unfriended her and our whole family. He's mature like that.

Not only did he tell her that he doesn't agree with her choice and will not support it but he also told her that it is easy for me to support this decision because I don't care about her or her future. What??? And where was he while I was raising her alone? Oh wait, I forgot, he would give me $166 a month in child support when he remembered and didn't have something more important to do, like buy new drums, or take his girlfriend out to dinner. Kudos to you twatwaffle for the months you remembered you had a daughter. I remembered every day of her life.

Recently he caved and said he would come to the wedding and give her away. Mighty big of him don't you think? Especially when I found out the change of heart came after his friends told him, on Facebook, what an ass he is being. Again, he's mature like that.

I have used my love of words to write a letter to him, more like hate mail really, that I will send after the wedding, I'm not about to ruin her day.

Here's a little excerpt, the only part without too many four letter words:

My daughter is an amazing, incredible, intelligent human being with a kind heart and hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Too bad you are so selfish that you can't recognize the beautiful things that live in my daughters heart because you don't have a heart.
This shit you package and try to sell to Hailey as your love for her is not love, you are too selfish to love another human being, the only person you ever cared about is yourself and that continues today.


Now before you think I'm being a total bitch, this man said to my daughter when she called him crying about losing the baby " Well, now you can focus on your music."

Ummm, hello, Billy Ray? Oh wait, that's not your name, you are just another wanna be who spends his weekends playing drums in dive bars for $20 a night. Really? Can't imagine why I don't want that life for her.

I'm done being nice. I will smile and make polite small talk at the wedding, for Hailey. But after it's over, I'm done being nice. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on you sad, pathetic little man.

Ok, I'm done now. Back to your regularly scheduled program.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Regaining my sanity, one bottle of ribbon tied bubbles at a time

Well hello all of you people who are having much more fun than I am! Just wanted to check in and I promise I will catch up on all of your blogs just as soon as we adjust the crazy around here back to something resembling normal!

I just want to say that I have forgotten how much work goes into a wedding. Maybe I should have talked to them about how romantic eloping is,  a trip to Vegas is faster and less stress inducing.

I'm a little crazy about organization, I make lists, lots and lots of lists. I have lists for everything, I even have lists of my lists. So of course, there are lots of lists for the wedding, what Hailey will wear, what I will wear, Ivy, the bridesmaids. flowers, decorations, ceremony details, you name it, I have a list for it. The only problem is that Hailey and Alex work different shifts than I do so it seems that in the five minutes a day I saw them I was chasing them around beating them with my lists. I started to worry about their paper cuts getting infected so I created, Wedding Command Central.



As you can see it is nicely organized and color coded. We all have a color, me, Hailey, Alex and Alex's mom.  Guess who gets to be purple? That's right, me. You will notice there isn't a color for Hailey's dad. Why, you ask? Because he is being a twatwaffle, but that is a post for another day my friends.

Anyway, the wall of duties is working out, we are slowly getting this shindig together. We have favors,



we have bottles of bubbles tied with ribbon,


we have serving dishes,



the only thing missing is my sanity but I'm working hard to find it. I'm pretty sure it's at the bottom of this wine bottle, and if it's not, by the time I get there, I won't care!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Wedding details will be the death of me

I have missed reading all of your blogs but it seems like I never get a moment to myself. As I write this I am under the blankets with a flashlight and my laptop. Hailey  thinks I'm asleep, if she knew I was awake she would have something else on the wedding list from hell for me to complete. One day soon I'll get to read again, in the meantime I just want to share with you the torment my child is putting me through.

Today was bridesmaid dress shopping. You may remember that my daughter sprung this wedding on me with less than two months notice but just today she realized that the wedding is only 37 DAYS AWAY! She was breathing into a paper bag as she told me where to go. To the dress shops I mean.

Hailey and I were dress shopping alone because one of the hardest things in the world for teenagers to do is coordinate a schedule. We decided she will pick the dresses and the girls can go and try them on when they have time.

Great plan. We went to ten dress shops in less than three hours. We were like the Energizer Bunny on crack. From store to store to store. The wedding colors are canary yellow and rose petal pink. Awwwww. We can find pink every where, the yellow is no where to be found.

At the last store a very nice Asian lady was helping us, we found the perfect pink dress for the maid of honor and it cost less than a kidney transplant so we were on a roll. Then Hailey asked if it came in yellow. The conversation that follows is exact, I can still hear this lady in my head, and I'm still laughing.

Hailey- This dress is perfect. Does it come in yellow?
Sales lady- No, no yellow, yellow no good.
Hailey- Do you have anything similar in yellow, it's the other color of my wedding.
Sales lady- No, no yellow, whites don't like yellow.
Hailey- What?
Sales lady- You Caucasians no like yellow, it's no good.
Me- (as I try not to laugh) We don't really have the skin color for yellow, it doesn't look good on us ( I'm really laughing cause I'm one of those Caucasians who looks horrible in yellow)
Sales lady- Caucasians look good in everything, but they no like yellow, we no have yellow. Choose another color. How about green? You like green?

I almost wet my pants. She was so serious and trying to be so helpful but I really had to get my Caucasian butt out of there. We're still trying to find a store that likes yellow.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Some monsters never sleep

 I've been a little out of touch, a little happy, a little sad and a whole lot crazy. I wanted to share this with you but first I needed Hailey's permission, this is really her story.

 On  June 1st my baby girl graduated from high school, less than three weeks later she turned 18, I know you know that, you read the blogs, saw the pictures. What happened next is the part you don't know.

 The Saturday after she turned 18 Hailey called and said she was coming home from work early, she had gotten light headed and sick at work. We talked on the phone, I said all the normal Mom things, come home, rest, you'll feel better tomorrow. Then my daughter said something that tilted my world on it's axis.

 "I'm going to stop at the store and get ginger ale for my tummy........................ And a pregnancy test."

I don't remember the rest of the conversation. I do remember hearing her little voice from the bathroom after she got home, "Mommy?"

 It was positive. And so was the one her friend made her take when she came over an hour later. And the one another group of friends made her take the next day.

 I shed a lot of tears that weekend. Everything I hoped for my baby's future, gone, or at least on hold, while she raised a baby. Our family and Alex's family all took it very well, including Hailey's Dad. The next day Hailey and Alex decided to get married.  They had originally wanted to get married this summer but I talked them into waiting for a year. Looks like they no longer want to wait.

 Everything is kind of  a blur, Hailey scheduling doctor appointments, me stopping at Target to pick up the prenatal vitamins the doctor told her to take, my niece giving her a copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting, Hailey already holding her hand protectively on her tummy.

I had a constant stomach ache. This is the girl who can't find her shoes because she threw her coat on top of them, was she really ready to be a mother? What about that boy? How is he going to support a family? Are they nuts? What makes them think they are responsible enough to raise another human being?

 I busied myself with wedding plans, Hailey wanted to do it quickly before she was too big, a date was set, a dress was picked and sent for alterations. The wedding and baby train were on the track and picking up speed.

Then Hailey came home from work and told me she was spotting. Off to the doctor the next day, ultrasounds and blood work. More blood work a few days later. She miscarried.

I somehow thought that the trouble I had conceiving and the babies I had lost would protect my daughter from the same heartache. I was wrong. I feel like my world has been turned inside out, beaten with a stick and wrung dry. My emotions are not able to keep up.

No, I wasn't happy that my barely 18 year old daughter was pregnant but I am devastated that she lost this baby. This heartbreak is too big for Hailey and Alex, and they shouldn't know it this young. I thought it was hard to lose my babies all those years ago but it is nothing compared to watching your child go through the same pain.

 They are still getting married, if anything, this has brought them closer. I still feel that they should wait, they aren't listening. So the wedding plans march forward while we silently mourn the little one we will never get to hold.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Casual Friday

  Who started this casual Friday stuff and why? Are any of us really more comfortable in jeans than in our usual work attire? Maybe the men are, no button down shirts on Friday, they can break out the T-shirts. Do nurses have casual Friday? Are there scrubs sets made to look like denim?

I usually wear skirts to work. No, not those kind of skirts, there is no leg showing her. I wear  hippie, grandma skirts. the ones that come to your ankles and are all big and floaty so no one can tell that you had two candy bars yesterday instead of one. And sandals, nice comfy flat sandals.

When Friday rolls around I feel obligated to wear jeans. When I wake up I'm excited because it's Friday, then I remember I have to wear jeans. I'm such a follower. I really need to break this habit. I can wear skirts on Friday.

Or maybe from now on I will just get my clothes from here, http://www.blueskyscrubs.com/, and casual Friday will be come, "So you wanna be a nurse" day. I think it could work, the dark blue ones kind of look like jeans, from a distance. With one eye closed.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

July, where did you come from and why are you trying to kill me?

 So, it's July. I totally should have seen this coming, last month being June and all. Still, I'm shocked, especially since today I realized that in 45 days my daughter is getting married.

Yes, you read that right. Apparently my kid hates me enough to pop a wedding on me with less than two months notice. Good thing I love her.

Needless to say there has been a lot going on around here, some happy, some sad, some quite traumatic, but that is a post for another day, with Hailey's approval.

Anyway, instead of blogging I have been tying ribbon on teeny tiny little bottles of bubbles, then curling it. Having a wedding dress altered. Putting together favors. Reserving the park, the photographer, trying to find a minister who will talk about zombies. Just the usual wedding stuff with a dash of weird thrown in, cause that's my girl.

I'm getting ready to do the invitations tonight but felt if I didn't have one little minute of bloggy time I would be crazy. Ok, so crazier.

And, on the Fourth of July, my friends got married, in Trina's backyard, also with less than two months notice. Are you seeing a pattern here? I'm off to make invitations and those annoying little name cards, and maybe mow the grass since it's almost high enough to hide the dog again.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Traveling with Teenagers

So Hailey's month is coming to an end, and boy do I have a doozy of a post for next week! Last week my baby girl turned 18 so we took a little road trip. Hailey loves live theater so I bought four tickets to two shows at Tuacahn. Her guests were her cousin Kyle and her boyfriend Alex.

I had forgotten how much fun it is to travel with these kids. Hailey, Kyle and I have taken road trips before. I always stress out, will they have fun, will they get bored, will they get along? The car ride to St. George reminded me just how much fun these kids are, the history they share is amazing.

These two kids are 2 years and 3 days apart in age, their Momma's are sisters and their Daddy's are brothers. It just sounds weird, it's really not. The first thing Kyle said when he walked in my house to see his baby cousin for the first time was " I hold my baby Aunt Missi?" They are as close as siblings, they
know the same people, watch the same movies, laugh at the same jokes and have shared most of their experiences.

It's a four and a half hour drive to St. George. They spent the first half quoting movies lines to each other, one of them would start a line and the other would finish it and then they would laugh like hyenas. I was laughing so hard, people in the other cars probably thought we were escaped mental patients but I love to hear those kids laugh.

We stopped at a five star restaurant for lunch, nothing but the best for my kids. The boys slept after lunch while Hailey curled up with a book. And her new phone.



The hotel was great and we had a blast, they swam and played cards and ate, boy can those kids eat! The plays were wonderful. Tuacahn is one of the best places to see a play. Kyle reminded me while we were at Grease why he is my favorite,we were sitting watching the play when Kyle leaned over to talk to me. The conversation  went something like this:

Kyle- Aunt Missi, did you say that was a different guy than last night?
Me- What? ( I was thoroughly confused)
Kyle- Oh, wait, that conversation just happened in my head, you didn't hear any of it.

I laughed until I cried. That boy is crazy. After the play he had to get his picture taken with Rizzo because he was in love.


It was a great trip, I hope we have many more like it.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Meet my daughter

On this day, 18 years ago at 5:01am, my lovely daughter came into this world. All 6 pounds 6 ounces  of her, changing my life forever.
This is the beautiful little baby I met in the delivery room.

The 3year old who wanted to be just like me.

The 5yr old who thought I knew everything.

The 10yr old who still, occasionally, thought I was cool.

The 13yr old who prayed every night that she was adopted and that her "real" mother would one day save her from me. ( There are no pictures of her, that little demon was afraid of the light.)

The 16yr old with better things to do than hang out with Mom.

The 18yr old who is slowly becoming my friend.

Today my baby girl becomes an adult. Meet Hailey. Mo was her baby nickname, she hasn't allowed anyone to use it for a while but I kept it alive in my blog.

Thank you Hailey for letting me be your Mom. Thank you for changing my life into something more wonderful than I could have ever dreamed.

Now it's time for you to make your life whatever it will be. It is time for me to step back, to hope that I've done everything I can as a mother, to allow you to find your way in this world.

I promise to always be here, turning 18 doesn't change that. I know you are strong, beautiful, intelligent and independent. You will accomplish all that you desire and things that I never even dreamed were possible. I love you, more than you know.

There is a piece of paper hanging on the fridge that I cut from Family Circle magazine in 1995 it says:

Making the decision to have a child- it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. ==Elizabeth Stone.

Those are the truest words I've ever heard. Every where you go, I'm there, loving you, wanting the best for you, hoping you are safe, happy, fulfilled.

 Letting go has been harder than I imagined. I love you so.

Now that the mushy part is over, back to what I've said for years. My work here is done, get out of my house, it's naked time!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Fathers Day

As Mo's birthday approaches the posts have gotten sporadic. First because, as I may have mentioned, it's hard to write about one subject, and second, it's just been a crazy month. Good crazy, but crazy all the same.

Eighteen years old my little girl showed me just how much of  a Daddy's girl she was going to be. Mo's due date was July 14th but she insisted on being born almost a month early, on Father's Day.


I remember looking at Mo's father and saying to him " Don't ever expect anything for Father's Day as long as you live." How was I supposed to top his first Father's Day present.


When Mo was three, her father came home from work and she tried to push me out the door. "I don't need you, my Daddy's here." Ouch, that smarted a little bit.

When Mo was five and I was no longer working graveyards she was sick in the middle of the night, I got up with her and was in the bathroom making sure she was OK. Mo looked at me and said, " Go get Daddy, I need Daddy." When I didn't go get her father, my precious little vomiting child ran out of the bathroom and into our bedroom to get her Daddy, insisting that he take care of her.


Now that she's all grown up she pretends she doesn't need us anymore but I know the truth. Last year when her Daddy was working out of the country and came home unexpectedly on Easter to surprise Mo, she cried and clung to him like she thought she would never see him again.

Mo continues to be a Daddy's girl even though she denies it. Her Daddy is number on in her heart, I'm a close second, but it's OK, little girls are supposed to love their Daddy best.



So, on Father's Day and every day I want to say thank you to Steve. Thank you for Mo and thank you for being her Daddy.