Kindness

When my oldest daughter was born, the sixties were in their youth. I am so glad that some of that "hippiness" is within her today. I am not sure that she would be happy to know that she is her mother, but I am so proud. There was much more to flower child then the drugs and funny clothes. There was a kindness and gentleness in the beginning that I wanted so much to pass to my children. My kids were my lifeline..........now I see them doing the same for their children. That seems to be a pretty special thing to have passed on.

Having a Bad Day???

If you think you are having a bad day, or maybe you cant cope with the stress and pressure in your life right now, look here for a little inspiration. But I warn you, if you don't cry at least once, you have no soul. You will need to create a login but it is easy to do, and free of charge. To find the page I have been visiting you will need to search for colemanscott (all one word). The faith and strength of these families is overwhelming. I cannot imagine what their days are like, and I will be honest when I tell you that I am glad for that. But the reason I put it here is because there are little things you can do.....post a message, send an email or in the case of Coleman, just do a random act of kindness in his name. I have made that my goal this week, and every day I have done some little thing for a stranger in his honor. I don't know this family, but I cant help but hope that any positive energy I can put out into the universe in his name will come back to him somehow. I know, I am sounding very hippy'ish here, but we all get to believe in our own way, and this just happens to be mine. And after you visit Coleman's page, look around on the site. There are just so many amazing stories of strength, hope and, unfortunately, loss, that we all should be able to look at our own lives and realize that it really isn't so tough being me today.

Happy St. Paddy's Day!

Hope all of your wishes come true on this lovely holiday! And remember kids....always celebrate responsibly!!!

I Don't Remember the 80's Looking This Bad! Must've Been All the Tequila I Drank...

Ok, so this is the same artist but this is from 1984'ish. And if you were to pull out my fingernails and threaten my family, I would be forced to tell you that I actually owned this cassette. And, yes, I mean cassette and not CD cuz I was just cool like that. But the real reason I am posting it?? Just look at the hair, the high waisted pants, the shoulder pads....well, all of it really!! Cant believe our mom's ever let us out of the house looking like this!!! Here's to hoping the iconic style of the 80's never makes a comeback, at least not in my lifetime!!

Maybe It's a Sociopolitical Statement, or Maybe I Just Like the Song....

I may have mentioned, just in passing and not at all in a rambling way, that I am a fan of REAL music. This is one of those artists that can stand alone in a room and still blow me away. Doesn't need all the over-produced crap just to make sure your ears don't bleed.

Don't Click on Comments

If you happen to see a comment about a new post....DON"T click to view it. It will redirect you, and will load spyware on your computer. If you want to post a comment, please leave your name so I recognize who you are, otherwise all comments will be deleted without being read. Stupid spammers anyway!! Why do the fun haters have to ruin stuff??!! Enough said...carry on.

Perfect for the little TSA wannabe in your house

Now this is pretty funny. While I am amazed that such a toy even exists, I was WAY more entertained by the "reviews" left by some of the lucky few that have purchased it. Be sure to scroll down the page to read about all the fun your kids can have with this little gem. I am thinking of picking one up for Little Man since this June he will be taking his first plane ride.

Decided to post instead of forward....

*Being A Mom *

We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of 'starting a family.'We're taking a survey,' she says half-joking.'Do you think I should have a baby? ''It will change your life,' I say, carefully, keeping my tone neutral.'I know,' she says, 'no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations.' But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, 'What if that had been MY child?' That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her.That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub.That an urgent call of 'Mom!' will cause her to drop a souffle or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. she might arrange for childcare, but one day she will be going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester maybe lurking in that restroom.However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about herself.That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring,but will also begin to hope for more years, not to accomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs. I want her to know that a cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks.I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time. I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. 'You'll never regret it,' I finally say.Then I reached across the table,squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this most wonderful of callings.

Sunday Family Fun