Family

This is Hamilton, my 10 year old.





This is Gibson, my 7 year old.





This is us on a good day...






This is them...on a typical day...



Yeah, they're keepers!

Open Letter, the Dating Version

Dear Ex(s),

No, I did not delete you or block you from my Facebook account. Quite frankly, I’m tired of Facebook and deactivated my page last week, but that’s not the point of this letter. The point of this letter, is to remind you that you dumped me. And when you dump me you no longer have the right to know what I am doing, or see what I am up to, or look at my pictures. You lost that privilege when you chose to move on!

Sincerely,

You snooze you loose
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Dear Suitor,

I don’t really care if it was one of my dear friends that recommended we connect. If the 2nd word in your initial email to me is the word “seen” and the first word is “I”, as in “I seen that you and I….” I can tell you it won’t happen between the two of us. I’m not a grammar snob by any means, but “I seen” is just too hilljack for my liking.

Sincerely,
A Dating Snob

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Dear Recent Date,

I don’t know how else to say this, but I’m not interested.

Sincerely,
Read the clues

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Dear You Know Who You Are,

I’m sorry! I wish you would give me a chance to explain better. What you “heard” me say is not what I was “trying to say”. Oh, and when I said you couldn’t come over, the real reason didn’t have anything to do with my dad…

Sincerely,
Please let me explain

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Dear Instant Gratification Girl,

Good things come to those who wait!

Sincerely,
Patience is a virtue
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Question...

...if I drink an entire bottle of Skinny Girl Margarita, is it still considered a skinny girl cocktail?

Through the eyes of a mother

I hate it when I let more than a few days fall between my blog posts. I start to feel guilty after about 24-48 hours of not posting. I feel guilty because I am so ADD that if people don’t post a few times a week on their blogs, I tend to lose interest, and I don’t want anyone losing interest in my fabulous stories!

For that…I apologize!

And to make up for it, I have another great Gibson story to tell you. For those of you that don’t know me or my family very well, Gibson is my 7 year old. He is a very fun loving, energetic, emotional child. He reminds me a lot of myself at his age. Oh, who am I kidding, he reminds me of myself now as a 40 year old woman.

He just wants to be loved and accepted by everyone and if he gets the slightest indication that you may not like him, he takes it very personal and sometimes finds it difficult to recover from that emotionally. He is funny…actually, he is hysterical! (he gets that from me) He gets frustrated easy. (he gets that from his dad) But my favorite thing about him is his creativity. He loves to draw, write, and make mini movies.

A couple of weeks ago, I took Gibson and Hamilton, my 10 year old, to our local 4th of July community festival. One of the booths at this festival was a caricature booth. You know, the place where you sit in a chair for 10 minutes and the artists creates an overly large, comical rendition of your face. I love these kinds of whimsical things. So I forked out the $20 a piece and had the artist do individual pictures of the boys.

Here is Gibson…



…Isn’t he cute? I love his freckles!


And this is Hamilton…



…he is so grown up, it makes me want to cry.


And this, my dear friends, is a caricature of me, drawn by Gibson.



I know, I know, it made you want to throw up in your mouth a little didn’t it? Only a mom could love this picture as much as I do, but if I were being honest with you, every time I look at it, I can’t help but think of this…



…and that makes me throw up a little in my mouth.

But that’s my life…and I love it

Epic FAIL

My date…you know the one with “Mr. Showerhead”? Yeah, it didn’t go so well.

It’s the story of my life.

I tried really hard…I did.

I tried to make a good impression, even though it wasn’t our first.

We have spent many many mornings together in the past, but nothing quite as quaint as what I was expecting this past weekend.

I was prepared…more so than any other date in the past.

I had on comfortable clothes, didn’t eat all day, and was eager for what was to come.

I brought all the right tools, had all the appropriate…ahem…protection and was raring to go.

But guess what?

I didn’t even get to first base.

Nope, not even close!

I couldn’t even budge the damn showerhead. I tried all different angels with the wrench and it wouldn’t move. Mr. Jackhole put the showerhead on so damn tight that I couldn’t loosen it, no matter how hard I tried!

Damn!

Another dating disappointment.

I tried not to take it personally, but you all know me, I always take rejection in my dating life personally.

Thank goodness my brother is coming to town this weekend.

Fixing the showerhead will be first on his “brother-do” list!

It's on!

Have you ever reached a point in life where you either have to accept whatever you are doing and just exist or stop talking about what you used to be and do something completely different?

Maybe?

Well, I’m there!

I’m 40! I’m too old to just exist and accept my life as it is.

Yeah, I’ve gotten the shaft a time or two. Get your head out of the gutter people, by “shaft” I mean jipped on life!

I’ve picked up the pieces of my life a time or two as well.

But lately, I’ve just been existing. I’m tired of existing!

I want more.

I want to be happy.

So I’m going to fight…fight for what I want.

Currently what I want, may not want me, but I’m too old to let it pass me by.

I’m fighting…

I’m fighting for me for once…

I’m scared and sick to my stomach, but I don’t want to wake up one day and wonder…”what would have happened if I just sucked it up and went for what I wanted?”.

Nope…that’s not going to be me…not again!

For once, I’m putting me first and letting my walls come down…

Wish me luck…I’m not the kind of girl who usually “wins” in these types of situations, but it’s a chance I’m willing to take.

It’s on like Donkey Kong!!!!