Orbit....for the dirty mouth

So, my dog, Graham, walks over to me and sneaks in a quick kiss.....

Anyhow, I have been rejected by all kinds of men in my life.....but now this is a new all time low....

As soon as he finishes with his stealth kiss....he starts to sneeze and then jumps down on the rug and begins to rub his face all over the place.

Hi mom

So, I was getting ready for work the other morning...you know, doing hair, pouring cereal, putting on my makeup, packing lunches....etc. I was running a little behind and trying to get the kids ready for the bus so that I could scoot out the door to get to work. My cell phone rang....it was my Katie. I miss her.

She said, "Mom, get on the computer and look at the webcam for Geneva."

I did.....and there was my Katie.....waving at me.

Talk about a GREAT way to start my morning!

The sweetest sound on earth

So, last night my children, Becky and David, came into my bedroom while I was getting ready for bed.

Becky decided it was time to do my nails. What a treat!

David decided it was time to entertain us....so he began. We laughed and joined in with his crazy antics.

Then Becky and David start showing each other their newly forming six-pack. I say, "Do you want to see mine?"

David's eyes get huge and he says, "Nooooooooooooo...."

Here's the thing.....if you tell your children that your boobs hang to your knees......and you are in your PJs.......and you tell your children that you are going to show them your belly..........then don't be surprised when you say that you are going to show them your belly and they have total FEAR in their eyes!

I love to laugh with my children.

Does this make me look fat?

So, this past weekend I went shopping with a friend....a friend who also enjoys the absurdity of life.

We walk into a store of woman's clothing....aka....they got my size. Anyhow, so the sales lady walks up to me....now you would think that this store for us larger women would employ larger women.....but oh no, I just happen to get the one who is a size 2....petite....I hated her immediately.

Anyhow, my friend is telling this sales ASSociate that she is introducing me to the idea of woman's clothing...you know, where the sizes run a little larger for us fuller-figured ladies. Anyhow, the sales ASSociate disappears and returns with a shirt that she is CERTAIN will fit me.....

She says, "It runs HUGE, so I know that it will fit you."

My friend and I burst out laughing....laugh or cry....you decide.

Do your ears hang low?

So, today I was standing in a circle at work. I happen to be the oldest woman on my floor. Anyhow, so I look around the room at all the ladies there, and I notice something. Several of us have our arms folded in front of us....I happen to be one of them.

Here's the thing though, the 20-somethings in the room, well, they have their arms crossed and they are crossed under their boobs....while mine.....well.......mine are crossed but they are resting on top of my boobs.

You gotta love Kentucky

So, I happen to LOVE watching the local news here in Kentucky. I do it when I need to laugh.

Last night this story ran....enjoy it:

A Burglary A Stabbing And A Turtle

Posted: Jan 21, 2010 5:52 AM
Updated: Jan 21, 2010 7:32 AM

A turtle found itself caught in the middle of a domestic dispute in Nicholasville early Thursday morning.

Police say a man and a woman showed up at an apartment complex on Grinder Court around 2 a.m. The man planned to help the woman move out of her ex-boyfriend's home. At some point, police say the man forced his way into the former boyfriend's apartment and punched him. The resident stabbed the man in the leg in self defense, just as the woman threw the pet turtle, cracking its shell.

The stabbing victim, now an accused burglar, is expected to recover. He faces charges.

The turtle was checked out at the scene. No word on the extent of its injuries.

Police have not released the names of those involved.

God and UK basketball

So, my word for 2009 was "JOY." As you know, it was not one of my easier years, but alas, a year later and I do have a joy that is not my own, but resonates from deep within my soul.

This is now 2010 and I began praying for my word for this coming year. I immediately heard my word and I immediately acknowledged and claimed it....that was another thing that I learned last year, don't fight your word.

So my word for 2010 is "TRUST." This word has so many facets involved with it. I know that this will be an interesting journey for me.

So, I decide to strap myself in and enjoy the ride!

I must tell you.....this year has started with a bang again. I had an incident happen that has taken my breath away....it is an answer to a seemingly small prayer.....but it goes to the depth of the meaning of my word.

On Tuesday, January 5th, I prayed a mom's prayer. My David is a huge UK Wildcat basketball fan. He loves this team and he especially loves to watch John Wall (the new freshman) play. So David and I watched last weeks basketball game and when it was over, David asked me if we could go see them play in person. Well, here in Kentucky, basketball is a religion! And when we have a winning season (like this year), you can not get any ticket for a reasonable price. So, I stammered around and told him that I did not think we would be able to go....my heart was aching as I said it.

That night as I prayed, I asked my loving heavenly Father to please let my David get to see the Wildcats play this season. I know, I know.....in the grand scheme of the world, this is a silly request, but to a single mom....it's not.

So, I decided that I would write my prayer in my journal...part of trust.

This morning I was at work and my cell phone rang, it was my David. He said, "Mom, Houston's dad has an extra ticket to today's UK basketball game. They want to know if I can go with them." I wept as I answered, "Yes."

Tiptoe through the tulips

So, my Katie is upstairs right now, packing away. I can hear her bumping and thumping around as she packs up all of her belongings and gets ready to head back to college. I am sad.

She has been home for 3 weeks. It has been good to have her home again.

I was once the college girl, packing up my belongings to head back to school. I remember the excited that I felt as I prepared to leave again for another semester of studying and fun. I remember that my mom always seems a little sad as I packed and even more so when I said goodbye and walked into my dorm. I now understand why.

I think it might be easier to be the person who leaves. You are walking into new environments where there are no memories of the old things and old people of your life. While those who are left behind, are left in the same environment. They walk into a room and see your favorite chair, but you are not there. They sit at the table where you have sat among them, and they feel your absence. They walk through the house and hear your laughter missing.

Yes, I think it is easier to leave than to tiptoe around the memory of you.