I used to be one once...

I used to be a teenager. Not only was I a teenager, but I was a GIRL teenager. Whole other set of teenager. In fact there are so many sub categories that go in to that, I just don't have enough time. And I know that you all were teenagers too. So it surprises me that when teenagers now days do things, that parents think, "Oh not my child."..or more specifically "not my teenager".Parents, do other parents a service. Love your teenager. Teach them right from wrong. Tell them that others have feelings. Tell them not bully. Tell them to include everyone. Tell them to be nice to EVERYONE....but...don't be surprised when another parents says that ...gasp!...your child is not teenager of the year. Don't be surprised...another gasp!...that they have done something contrary to what you have taught them. Now, I am optimistic that all my children will be the best teenagers.... respectful, kind, loyal... ( sounds more like a dog)...but, let's be honest. Every teen has their own issues. Every teen now and then is not perfect. Every teen whether they came from the best home is going to do things that are not what they are taught. DO NOT BE SURPRISED!!!! They all do it...we all did it, why? because we were teenagers! So, that being said I love our teenager, think that she is wonderful. I pray everyday that she will go out into the world and make it a better place. That all that she has learned from us, church, family and friends will make her into a better person, but just remember, she is a teenager...and they still have lots of growing and learning left to do....

All that glitters and other favorite things.

I have decided something and I am not afraid to say it. I love glitter. I love all the glitter makeup things. I love that I found these great products at Walmart called Hard Candy and they have all these great glitter lip glosses and mascaras and eye liners. I LOVE IT!!! Ok, so what if I am 32 I am aware that some of this stuff , probably all of it, is meant for the 16 and under crowd. But I love that my eye sparkle...literally. They are shiny and sparkly and well...duh...glittery. It is so much fun. So now I have crazy color hair and glitter eyes. What's next?....wouldn't you like to know..... Don't worry i am not going to go crazy...er.... Anyway... Here is some of the other trivial things that I love:
Lip gloss- the shinier the better what ever brand is the shiniest.
Loreal blackest black collagen mascara-it does make my lashes seem thicker and longer.
Manic panic hair colors.- they are so great and fun to put in
Flower hair clips
headbrands with designs or flowers or any thing that makes them unique
kiwi- cause they taste good ( I know- I am random)
I am sure that there are other things too, but it is late and I am not thinking to straight. What are some of you favorite trivial things?

Paint projects

This summer I decided that we were going to accomplish so much in the home decor area. We were going to paint every room to be unique and get it all done within a few weeks.Then summer started and mom said " I will take the kids for 3 weeks in July" and I thought....that is perfect. Louie and I will do the projects, painting and all that together, no kids in the way, no distractions...then I got watching Lost all 6 seasons...and then , hey, the kids were gone and we could lounge around with no one bothering us. So, it is now 3 months later and the good news is, one room got painted and others got at least one coat of paint....the bad news....well that is the bad news. And so now, I have decided that by Christmas,yes, Christmas for sure, most of the rooms...or the rooms that have at least one coat of paint, will have two coats of paint. And pictures will be back on the walls. Projects seem so much more fun when you are planning them...so for any of my friends, I'll plan any project you want, just don't ask me to paint!

The legend of the Stage mom

The legend goes as this: at a basketball game in Idaho, a woman irate at the referee for what she deems bad refereeing, takes her purse and hits him over the head. It is later reported in the local paper. That woman was my grandmother. The ref, was a fool to mess with her. The reason that I share this "legend" is because I think that my grandmother's spirit rests in me when it is game time. Or dance recital time. Or ...well any time that I am cheering on my kids. That could be at graduations, or school plays or...ok, let's face it, they could be walking down the street and I would get, as my kids and husband say, "over zealous". They say "over zealous"...I say proud. (They need to know that I love them, along with the rest of the crowd around us...) Luke had his first soccer game of the season and I was at 8 am very cheerful and supportive. Very supportive.So supportive, Louie said that Luke didn't know whether to listen to the coach or my support. I really can't help it. The whistle blows or the curtain goes up and I am like..."SEE! See my child! See that child...the gifted one, the talented one...right there! The only one that has all that talent!!"...So when you do see me or...ok, maaaaybe you can hear me...over everyone else...it's just the legend coming out in me.But honestly, can you blame me?...it's in my blood. And who knows, I might make the paper myself...:)

Do you Zumba?...

Last night I went to my first Zumba class taught by my friend Annie. It. was. GREAT. So fun and energizing. I felt awkward at first, because believe it or not, I am not a dancer and last night I also realized that I have issue going on in my brain. For instance, she would say swing your hips and I am sure that I was swinging them , but then I would look around and I wasn't swinging the way the others were or who knew that stepping forward and then back and then forward would be so difficult?....oh well. It was so fun and it mixed a lot of different dance moves and it was just fun to be there with other women. I am hoping next week I can figure out my body and directions better. Poor Annie probably was worried that I was having a seizure, or maybe that I was Elaine from Seinfeld. No, it's just me trying to find the rhythm.Or find my hips...

In my opinion...

I could begin this by sharing my friends opinion of opinions, but I won't. I begin this by saying, I was raised by a very loving mother. A turn the other cheek, be kind to your neighbor,blah blah blah. I was taught that. I was also raised by a very opinionated aunt who when she saw something that she didn't like or something wrong, you knew where she stood. Not that my mother didn't, but it was more a at home thing, where as my aunt let it be known wherever. I love them both and I love that I was taught by both of them. So, by now I have made a situation very clear that happened to one of our children on Sunday. She was told that what she was wearing to church was not appropriate. That they felt that she should wear not leggings to church and instead wear a longer dress. But it's not only this one person, but a few others that have given their opinions. I say given , because I nor any other member of family ASKED for what has been said to us on a variety of subjects. ( I guess that they just felt like we needed it whether or not we wanted it) So this has me asking the question: to confront or not confront. I do not like to confrontation. I would rather just belly ache at home until my family says stop, but this time I am really just fed up to here( yes, that high)about others expressing unwanted opinions. Nobody asks so don't give it. Now the thing is everyone when I tell what happens says "Oh that's just her." or "She's just that way."or "they don't mean anything by it." Really?... Well, guess what my friends, I am just this way. I am just the way of keep your mouth shut, keep your opinion of my 10 year old to your self. Is she rude, is she irreverent, is she a problem....NO!!! Do you tell a child your grown up opinion and embarrass her? NO!!! Now, I do like opinions and yes people can have there's....to me. To me who then can take what you say and use it or lose it. Who can understand where you are coming from as a adult. Who can understand that some adults are "just that way". But when an adult shares an opinion to a child who has been taught not to talk back and respect her elders., that is just plain unfair. So she then comes to me and I think..ok, do I become the mama bear with claws or the turn the other cheek woman? I guess I am gearing toward the turn the other cheek..until next time, which I am sure that knowing these people...it will happen. And then I guess others will say about me, " that's just her."

One of those days....

Have you ever had one of those days...where the pity party begins at the crack of dawn and lasts until the end of day. I think that today is one of those days. So what's my problem?.... nothing really. I mean of the scale of life this really isn't a major thing. I think that this has just been an emotional week. Friends of ours had a sweet 2 month old baby pass away and I think that has just triggered the contemplating of life . Where am I at? Do I have what it takes during hard times? Am I around those that will help me through times of struggle? Am I happy? Life just seems to do that when death happens. There are some things that I want to change but that are out of my control. There are some days like today where I just wish that I had a maid or fairy godmother that would come in and I could just stay in bed and watch all the shows on TV that I wanted and not have to worry about anything that is even needing to be don, that I could just shut down. I know that things could be worse. I know that in the grand scheme of things that my feelings are not as bad as things going on around me, but for today, I feel like that life is just a little hard to bear.I feel that today is just one of those days where I just feel a little down.Today is one of those days where I just don't want to be doing the busy work, or being all cheery, or any of the other nonsense things. I just want to feel down. I want to be sad. I want to feel unhappy. I just want to ...be. And then tomorrow will be different and things will be better and life will continue to go on. But for today, it just going to be one of those days...