More or Less

originally posted on the 6S site on April 12, 2009:



Limit yourself, little girl. No one likes a braggart, and to be honest, you have nothing to brag about. Know what your limits are, little girl. No one likes someone who over-steps her boundaries. You can't make the box bigger, and it's pathetic to have to watch you try. Now, fold yourself right back up and get back into that cage where you belong because there isn't much room, and you must learn to moderate so that you do not push outside the lines, little girl.

Starting Over...but Not Erasing

Okay, so it's been two years......Gosh I'm so bad at this! I will be revamping the blog....I will begin writing again...on THIS blog. I will delete all others and move on. I considered deleting all other posts I have written up to this point on this blog, but I have decided against it. They will just be archived and remain.

And so, my new journey will begin...today.

Starting over.......now.

Something to be Said

Remember a time, not so long ago, when everything was where it was supposed to be and the added features had not yet been....added? Youth gave so much that time has begun to erode....perky breasts, fuller lips, tight stomach, tight skin. We had it all then didn't we? Everything we long for now, spend far too much money on each year trying to regain some pieces of it was right there all along, and not until recently did we even realize it was slipping away. It's finally to the point that each morning I wake up wondering what time has taken from us while we slept because now we have to sleep; it is imperative that we use the time to rejuvenate, even if we can't regenerate, that was so unnecessary a short time ago. And though we no longer have the bodies, the faces that we once adorned, we are blessed with knowledge of finally how to use what we do have.

The first pictue is my oldest son. He's nine....and for most of his life, it seems everyone has seen no trace of me....but I love this picture because for the first time, I see something of me in him....I think he may havemy smile. I knew I was in there somewhere! = )

The second is my youngest son....he's four....and he is something else.....definitely the "personality" of my boys. Cooper is the charmer....funny how they are able to figure these things out so young!

Did You Mean To Say THAT?

The tender look in your eyes coupled with the gentle touch to my face as you spoke the words. "I love you...," but did you mean to call me by the wrong name? You searched my face, I could tell you were looking for my response, but I wasn't sure how to respond.....not to the wrong name. "I love you _____ ______." Was it some sort of test, and did I pass it? You spoke so tenderly, and I could see that love you stated when you put your last name with my first, but did you mean to say that?

Skin Deep?

"He is one lucky man, and I know beauty is only skin deep, but damn, you would have to skin her twice." I heard those words and tried so desperately not to laugh at the slurred "secrets" of a drunk man. I am forever amused by the looks, the glances, the want I see so clearly now that for years were never sent my direction. Yes, I see them now, and though I am appreciative, I know that people like you will never see my true beauty....the beauty that has been here all along. The beauty that took years to cultivate....like the oak......it impressed no one until it finally grew large enough to make you pay attention. So, I turn my head, smile, and find my "lucky man".......because he saw what was beneath the surface!

What Do They Know?

Teenagers don't know anything, but man, they sure think they do! Do you know what one said to me just today? "The world don't owe you nothing, so you can't wait for someone to open doors for you. You gotta open them yourself." Can you believe that, talking to the class like he knew something about the world? Teenagers don't know anything, but man, they sure think they do!