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Thursday, July 30, 2015

Unanswered Prayers



You know how a song can get stuck in your head; you hear it on the radio or a t.v. commercial and end up singing it all day.  Even when you fall asleep at night that song is playing in your head. Like it or not it won’t stop playing and then one day it does and you forget about it……..until you hear it again.  Lately, I have had a song stuck in my head but it isn’t an obnoxious repetitive jingle that has been playing over and over in my mind and it isn’t playing all the time.  It all started a few weeks ago, Michael and I were just talking, he was delightfully charming and trying to make me laugh and under my breath I said “Thank you God for him”.  I have thanked God for him many, many times for him before, but it was in this moment I heard Garth Brooks sing, “Sometimes I thank God for Unanswered Prayers, Remember when you're talkin' to the man upstairs”…….. and it hit me.  I flashed back to all the times I cried, begged, pleaded and prayed to God for someone else to love me.  I would make deals in my prayers, if you will just allow us to be together I will do this…. I even started a prayer jar where I would write his name on a piece of paper and toss the paper in the jar like a child throwing a coin into a wishing well closing my eyes tightly and whispering “please”.  I couldn’t understand why, why God did not answer my prayers.  Didn’t God want families to be together?  This went on for a few years and finally I realized that what I wanted and was praying for was not what God had planned for me. 

Now I pray and thank God for knowing best and not giving me what I so desperately prayed.  Michael is everything I should have been praying for.  He is kind, funny, humble, a good friend, a great father and he loves me for me.  Before I met him I remember people telling me God has a plan, be patient, there is someone out there for me.  Things that when I heard that I would smile but would secretly be thinking please stop talking because I had heard it all before and I thought God was ignoring me.  So if there is something you so desperately want, a relationship or something else just remember,
“That just because he doesn't answer doesn't mean he don't care, Some of God's greatest gifts are unanswered prayers”


Friday, July 24, 2015

End of Summer



It may be over 100 degrees outside (it is where I live), but summer is almost over.  As usual Angel went to her dad’s and she will be home next Friday, YAY! 
I have kept myself busy as always.  I got to spend 2 unbelievable weeks in Ireland and Scotland.  I have to admit next to Italy, Ireland is one of my favorite countries.  It was incredibly beautiful, fields of green pastures, dark blue waters, castles every 10 kilometers, the people were very friendly and it offered a lot of history.  I got the honor of driving everywhere because I was the only one who knows how to drive a standard.  This was my first time driving on the right side of the road, which everyone knows is the wrong side of the road.  So not only did I have to drive on the wrong side, I had to shift with my left hand.  Add narrow streets, hills, tour buses that come right at you, bicyclist, no air conditioner, cow manure and you have a recipe for disaster. 

 I mention the no A/C and cow manure because the beautiful green fields hold many cows and sheep (some of which were enormous) and all these animals do is eat the grass and poop.  Fields were everywhere and based on the smell so was the poop.  Although it was cool enough and we didn‘t really need A/C, the windows had to be rolled up on many occasion due to the heavy odor in the air.  One day while driving with the windows down enjoying the countryside and the cool morning air, we hit a wall of stench and could not get the windows up fast enough.  My friend Charlotte started coughing and yelled out, “My mouth was open and I can taste it”! That became a running joke throughout the trip.  Other than the smell the trip was AMAZING and I can’t wait to go back.  
 
Michael and I got to spend 4th of July in the Big Apple, which was also wonderful.  We travel really well together, which is a good thing considering how much I love to travel.  The weather was perfect and we pretty much did nothing but eat.  On the 4th we went to the Ground Zero memorial and got to see the One World Trade Center. It was very moving.  Michael and I both shed a few tears. 


After Angel returns home things will get crazy.  She will be starting kindergarten.  KINDERGARTEN!!!!!  I will become a Mom Taxi running her to school, gymnastics, music and other extracurricular activities.  I am already a bit overwhelmed but excited with school shopping, getting uniforms, supplies, etc.  It is bitter sweet that my baby is starting school.  This will be a new chapter in both of our lives and I can’t wait to write it.








Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Queen Bees



I have mentioned before that I have a lot of kids that live on the cul de sac where Angel and I live.  It seems like this number is constantly growing, just last week I looked in the back yard and there was a boy I had never seen before.  He had red hair and freckles I am guessing he is about 8.  I asked who he was and he said “Owen” then I asked do your parents know where you are and he said “yes mam” like a nice southern boy. The kids range in age from 4 to 10 and are mostly girls.  Lately, I have heard bickering and name calling among them, mostly at Angel.  She is 5 and has not yet gotten caught up in the name calling and she knows I do not allow it.  This is mostly done among the older girls.  It is interesting how they work, the girls that is, the 10 year old, who is the oldest of them all, told me the other day that 2 of the other girls called Angel a brat.  I try not to get into this as I know all too soon Angel will have to learn how to deal with this herself, but when one of the girls came over to play I asked her if she did in fact call Angel a brat and of course she said, “no” and then said it was the girl who told me about this in the first place.  Ugh.
I thought about a book that I bought for my sister when my nieces were in school “Queen Bees and Wannabes” and thought I should give her a call to ask if I can borrow it.  This is the book the movie “Mean Girls” was based on.  Why are girls so mean to each other? I guess I need to read the book.  This got me thinking about girls and the way they treat other and then women and the way they treat each other.  You would thing that females would eventually grow out of this, but I can say from personal experience that they don’t.  Women that have strong personalities t are labeled a bitch, a control freak, moody or hard to deal with.  I have lost friendships, had people gossip about me, make cryptic jabs at me on FaceBook (UGHHHHH FaceBook! That is a whole other post) and judge me. After all we as women have fought for why do we do things to undermine and cut each other down? This really bothered me until recently; I realized that I don’t care what people think or say about me.  I know who I am.  I am an awesome mother, daughter, friend and soon to be wife.  I am confident about things that I do and the person that I am.  I know that the people that are in my life are the people that love me for me and are not just a “friend” on FaceBook.  I want to set an example to my daughter that when people talk about her or call her names, which they will, to turn the other cheek and to be assured in who she is .
The good news about Angel and her friends is that these kids may call each other names one day but the next day they are having a tea party.  I hope it stays this way for a long time but just in case I am going to get that book.  


 

Friday, April 17, 2015

Another Birthday



Another birthday has come and gone. I swore to myself I was not going to do anything crazy for Angel's birthday party this year but we all know how that goes. When I started thinking about planning her birthday party shortly after the holidays (Yes I plan that far in advance I'm a little what you would call an enthusiastic  planner).  I wanted to do something small but magical to make it very memorable. This will be the last year she would spend her birthday with kids from her preschool class. I looked into jump houses, princess boutiques and even considered having a castle jumpy in my backyard. You would not believe, or maybe you would how expensive these things are. Not that I am cheap, as I have been called, I just would rather spend my money on other things for her. After I considered many avenues I decided just to have a party at our house in the backyard. But what's a party without a little bit of entertainment? Then I thought what could that be? I thought about the standard jumpy in the backyard but what if it rains? I couldn't have 10 to 15 kids in my house. So I did what any mother of a daughter that lives in a princess fantasy land would do, and I hired Anna and Elsa to come and celebrate Angel's birthday with her. Now don't get me wrong Anna and Elsa aren’t cheap, in fact they are very good businesswomen. I knew the surprised look on Angel’s face would be priceless and worth every penny they cost.

I was a bit worried about the turnout as I invited all of the kids in her preschool class and I got two RSVPs from them. Don't people RSVP anymore?  How do I know how many cupcakes to buy?  How much food to get?  How many prizes I would need for the kids? One year on Lucy's second birthday I bought large Easter bunnies to give as treats and we only had three kids come. I was stuck with 7 extra chocolate bunnies!  My advice from one parent to another is if someone invites you to a birthday party even if you can't go just let them know, it's common courtesy.

The day of her birthday couldn't have been more perfect!  The weather was absolutely beautiful! It was a cool spring day with sunshine. We had an excellent turnout with lots of kids too. Anna and Elsa were perfectly spectacular. They sang songs for Angel and our guest, had story time with the children, made a craft with them and even helped them all decorate their own cupcakes. When it was time to go they presented angel with her own signed snowflake ornament.
Everybody had a wonderful time including me, which is rare as I am usually stressed during these types of events. I think one of the big factors of why I was a little calmer was due to the fact that my Michael was with me. I thank God for him every single day, he is my balance. Where I usually would have to do everything myself he helped me in every way possible. I didn't have to worry about putting Angel's bicycle together; he helped me clean the house, helped with the food, helped with decorations and even hung snowflake lights outside to keep with the theme of Frozen. He wanted Angel to be as happy as I did. As if things couldn't get any better I looked over at one point and he was filming and taking pictures of all important aspects of the her and the event.


So maybe next year I'll keep things simple with a small birthday party.

Nah I say that every year…….


Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Best Friend Title



In the past I have written about my wonderful friends a.k.a. my General Counsel. I have been blessed with a variety of friends. Some I have known almost all my life and some I've known for a few years. I cherish every single one of them. The other day I was talking to someone, and I referred to my best friend. It got me thinking about the title of best friend. Some titles, like mom or grandparent are given by default, but most titles like CEO or doctor must be earned either by selection or by hard work or both. I think the title of best friend is one we throw around loosely. However, it is an important title that one should not take lightly by either calling someone a best friend or being one.  This got me thinking, what qualifies someone to be a best friend?

I remember when I was in my early 20s my friends and I would qualify our friendships by saying, that if you ever called me in the middle of the night and needed me to come bail you out of jail I would. Thankfully no one ever had exercise that promise. Looking back over the years I think about what my friendships mean to me and what my best friend has done for me. Having friends is great but having a best friend is even better and being called someone's best friend is the best. Friendship means growing with each other.  To be a best friend you must grow and adapt together, a friendship is a relationship after all. I'm not writing about my mom.  She's one of my very best friend and gets an award for being one every time, and I'm not talking about my fiancĂ©. He is a new best friend that I look forward to making an old best friend. I am writing about a person who I have known since I was 13. I don't remember the first time I met her, but I do remember I wanted to be her friend. She was beautiful even back in the 90s with big hair. In the early years of our friendship we became inseparable.  She was like a sister to me and still is. She is kind, loving, caring, patient, diplomatic and of course still beautiful.   We have had our ups and downs like most good friendships and made it back to one another. She is the person I always call for advice, not making a decision sometimes before I talk with her.  She's genuinely concerned for me, she will honestly tell me what she thinks, and I respect her thoughts.  There is no malice or jealousy between us. I don't talk to her every day, sometimes when I do it's for a few minutes and sometimes it's for an entire hour on a Saturday morning over a cup of coffee.
The person I call Laura gets the title of my best friend and I hope I have hers. I love her and look forward to growing old with her like those old ladies on the birthday cards.  Who is your Best Friend?