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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Today I am completely unmotivated to do my job. I am so angry!
Normally I try to set the tone of this blog as one of encouragement or humor, but let's be real...things aren't always on an upside. Sometimes things will get down and dirty...it's how we deal with them that defines us!
Well I may not be very defined, because I'm not dealing with my anger very well today. My company, although an excellent one, has it's issues and one is how they've handled my pay lately. And if there's one thing that employees will get most upset about is when you mess with their pay check. My number one rule: Don't mess with momma's money!!!!
Each paycheck in this year has had something 'random' deducted out of my pay and it's like I'm sliding backwards in pay. I'm about to scream!
Okay...so that's my rant for today....just getting it out so I can keep doing my j-o-b!
Friday, May 25, 2007
I dried off and listened from my room to my son saying the sweetest prayers on his kareoke machine. It wasn't hard to hear since he had it turned it to the loudest volume setting.
"Dear Jesus, Thank you dying on the cross for me. You rose again and you love me...thank you. My mom likes roses and she saves them after they die! Oh and please bless 'Abensengya' (thats the little boy we sponsor in Africa). Give him a house with bricks instead of mud and sticks...oh please give him a garage door and food! He doesn't have food like I do because he's on the other side of the earth, where its dusty and dirty. But the moon is a dusty surface, and it's okay. Thank you Jesus, Amen!"
I was amazed at his prayer and then all of the sudden he broke out in:
AAAAAlll Aboard! Haahaaahaaa! I-I-I-I....crazy train!
My husband has me set to Ozzy Ozborne on his cell phone, so when I call it rings that crazy song. It is apparently my son's favorite song right now.
I busted up laughing! Especially at the thought of Jesus 'rose' again and my son visualizing roses! Kids are so funny!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
What about keeping the sex drive alive?
Although I feel my husband is very romantic and tries really hard to please me, when it comes to advancing to the bedroom more could be done to romance me. Romancing a relationship or a heart is completely different than getting a woman in the mood.
Do most men know what things please a woman? Don't get me wrong, my husband knows what he's doing once we're there. It's always a WOW (and I don't mean a WornOutWoman moment)! It's a WOW...that was great moment. But what about getting a woman to that point?
Any man can pick up a book or google to read a blog about female erogenous zones. It's a great overview of the woman's body and what might make them tick. But guys, what about YOUR woman? Each of us is different!
Just grabbing for our breast or rubbing between our legs, while driving home isn't good foreplay! We all know men like boobs....but grabbing for them isn't what does it for 99% of women.
Ladies, if you feel you're in this boat, talk to your man. Don't be afraid to tell him what gets your motor humming. Ask him to focus on your favorite body parts instead of his!
And then in turn...to be fair-ask him what turns him on. The idea that you want to please him just as much will excite him. He'll know you're really invested in making your love life the best it can be. Lets face it, men need physical reassurance more than women. Just rubbing up against him can set him off, but our orgasms are triggered by our own minds and emotions. Not to burst anyone's bubble here guys, but our complete satisfaction starts with how we 'feel' about you and ourselves in our own mind.
Talking about sex is so taboo for most people and I just felt the need to post this for some odd reason.
Anyone have anything else to add?
Saturday, May 19, 2007
This morning we had the last Saturday soccer game for my son's team. Each week we've watched the Dolphins play against teams that had little Pele's in the making. Seriously look at this kid running in the pic with the wild hair....appropriately named, Soccer Hair! He stole the ball each time and dribbled it to score at least 10 times before half time. We, parents, lost count after 10.
The only thing we did take note of is how his father, who was coaching his team, encouraged his bad sportsmanship. This little wild haired kid was a great player, there's not doubt about it. But if he didn't get to score, he threw a temper tantrum on the field. I've never seen that so far in this season. If a goal was scored by our team (we actually had some this game...yeah!), this little soccer dude would run to our goal and cry in anger. His dad, the coach, should have sat his little butt out of the game for red card behavior, so he could watch all the other kids on the field playing nice. Instead his father rewarded his bad behavior by letting him stay in to make sure they scored.
The highlight of the game was my son, who kicked and scored against this kid. As he was driving it in, it was taken from him for a second, before he got it back. You could almost see his little brain in action...saying....Uh, NO you just didn't!
Those kids on the field kick it too far instead of dribbling it close...they don't know the difference yet. So when the girl that had it stolen it from him kicked it too far, my son turned on a dime and got possession of it again.
Little Wild Haired Pele came after my little boy to steal it away, so my son took off dribbling as fast as he could. When he didn't think he could out run little Pele any longer, he kicked hard enough to send it sailing straight into his goal! YEAH! Thats my boy!
I was so proud of him. I made sure we had a talk in the car about sportsmanship and team work. I asked him if he thought the other little player on the team, the one with wild hair, was a good player. Of course he responded with a YES!
I told him, "Baby even if you hadn't scored a goal today, you'd still be a better player than him!"
He didn't understand, so I proceeded to tell him that the little boy who scored all those goals wasn't a good or nice player. He stole the ball from his own team-mates. He whined when he didn't get to play how he wanted. He was a brat on the field and his dad didn't teach him differently. He wasn't respectful or a thoughtful player.
I told him that there's nothing wrong with aggressively going for the ball as long as you play fair. He smiled from the back seat, and said, "Yeah, like me!" I said, "Exactly...like you !"
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Last weekend we attended one of the many birthday parties that we've been invited to. It's definitely birthday season! My son is the kind of kid that interacts better with adults, but is still social. He's a first born with no siblings, yet, so that makes sense. He's become such a social butterfly in the last 5 months and it's so good to see. I'm glad he's not off watching other kids have fun from the side anymore.
One of the girls from his class was at this party. She's a beautiful Greek girl that is the same age as my son, but a head taller than he is. Her parents are really tall and gorgeous people. Okay....they're Greek so that makes sense too.
The entire party he kept asking me, "Is it okay if I go play with Toni?" or "Mom, can I sit with Toni?"
I couldn't figure out if he was trying to get my permission or if he wanted to make sure I'd be okay without him. It was so cute.
By the end of the party he was glued to her side for good. While all the kids rode horses on the carousel, those two rode the couples bench. The wind kept blowing her hair around and eventually blew her little cowgirl hat off. My son proceeded to fix her hair and place her hat back on. If they weren't four I would have stuck my finger down my throat and gagged. BUT they were too cute!
On the way home, I looked in my review mirror and reflected on how big he was getting. I asked if he had a good time with Toni, and he said, "Yeah, Mom....Toni's so cute. She's my new girl friend....you were my old girlfriend, and now I've switched!"
HA! It was the funniest thing I've ever heard in my life! Until the following week at school, when I picked him up...He apparently has two girlfriends now! One's blonde and one's brunette...both taller than him and gorgeous! Man my kid can pick em!
Monday, May 14, 2007
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The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon."
Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale. "Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to..."
"Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been expecting you."
"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?"
"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat".
After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"
"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there."
"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!"
"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time. But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."
"My, that's a lot!", gasped Mrs. Smith.
"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that."
"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.
The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said.
"Oh, my Gosh!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.
"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."
"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look"
"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.
"Yes", the photographer replied, "and for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I
just had to pack it all in."
Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?"
"It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set-up my tripod and we can get to work right away."
"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much too big to be held in the hand very long."
Mrs. Smith fainted
Sunday, May 13, 2007
To me, every day is mother's day! Not that all us mother's shouldn't enjoy those around us reflecting on how wonderful we are...we should. But what a lot of people don't get is how wonderful it is to be a mom! Most people think mother's day just a day to pay homage to the woman to holds it all together....what they don't know is that its also a reminder to us moms how good we've got it. We're the lucky ones!
I wish all of you moms out there the best day today. I hope you bask in adoration. I hope you realize how much you're cherished. For those of you that feel you don't do enough as a mom, I hope you realize that everything you do is appreciated and recognized. You're all great mom's!
I wouldn't be half the mom I was if I hadn't had the best example to refer to. My mother is the most giving woman I've ever known. If I do half as good as she did, than I will consider myself a success in the mom department.
Here's a letter I wrote to her in December of 1995. She was going through some rough times emotionally. She felt like a failure as a mom as a result of some things my sister and I were going through. She internalized our problems and it hit her pretty hard. I want to re-post this letter as a tribute to what a great mom I have:
You've brought us into this world, a place of dangerous possibilities, and nurtured and cared for us.
What makes you different is not only what you do but how you carry yourself.
You are a mother with dignity and grace.
Throughout life you may not have been rich, but your kids were your pride and wealth.
We always came first; putting yourself in last place.
When our knees were hurt, you kissed them and proceeded to doctor them with a a magical band-aid.
When our feelings were hurt, during those emotional times, you put your arms around us and told us how wonderful we were.
Later in life, when we really needed a shoulder...you gave both-200%!
During trouble..you gave us stern advice and then tried to mend the situation.
Your heart is bigger than any in existence.
Your arms are more comforting than a warm blanket on a rainy day.
You're a strong woman to let us grow up and learn our own way in this world.
You've loved us, listened to our fears and doubts, protected us from as much as possible, and pushed us to be our own women.
Mom, my sister & I, because of you, are now strong beautiful women. We're successful, kind hearted, and vivacious human beings, who owe everything we have to God and our parents.
So when you say you're a failure, because you don't know how to fix our hurts, you're wrong...
You're the most successful mother! We turn to you because we love and trust you with our hearts.
Be content in this...your daughters may have difficulties beyond your motherly realm, but we will always have your arms to fall into.
With all my love,
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Last night, my husband and I had a long over due date night! It was so nice to have some couple time with no interruptions from our four year old. Not that we don't love spending all our time with him, but we also have to have our individual time together to keep our marriage alive. We also double dated with my sister and her boyfriend. While we were waiting for them to arrive, I walked around the lake and shot my favorite scenery. It was so nice having some alone time. He was so patient with me while I toted the camera around and asked him to dutifully carry my camera bag and accessories around. He's got to be the sweetest guy to put up with me and my goofy obsessions.
My husband and I don't do date nights as often as we should. For the last four years I've felt guilty for leaving my son with my sitter (my mom), but last night was the first night I didn't even think about calling to check up on him. In fact when 10:00 p.m. rolled around and my husband asked if I'd called my mom yet, I gave him the deer in the head lights look. I forgot to call her...Wow! Amazing! And you know...I didn't even feel guilty about it. Our little one was in good hands, and if my mom needed us she would call.
We had dinner at Red Rock by the lake, and watched the sun go down. I took my camera and shot as many pictures as I could. The one to the right is one I took on the night function with my camera. Afterwards we found a spot out on the patio and listened to live music. We got to have 4 whole hours to socialize like grown ups! It was so relaxing. I felt like I was on the beach somewhere and made me miss my island home.
The only bad thing was when 4:30 a.m. rolled around and my son woke up in his own bed. He stayed asleep last night when I picked him up and drove him home. So, when he woke up in his own surroundings he cried cried for 30 minutes to go back to Nana's for 'the whole night'. Next time, we'll set up a sleep over for him.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
The other day we had one roll of toilet paper in the house. Obviously it was time for me to get to the grocery store. He ran to his bathroom to go, and ran back to me asking for a roll. I gave him mine from my bathroom and watched his eyes get real big.
He told me, "but Mommy now you won't have any!"
I told him not to worry he could have it, and he ran back to do his business. A couple of hours later, nature did it's calling for me and I jotted to the bathroom. I sat down, went pee, and looked to my left...no toilet paper.
I yelled for my son and he dutifully came running to my bedroom door. I told him I needed some toilet paper, and asked if he would bring me back the roll from his bathroom. He smiled that smile and shook his head. I asked again...patiently because I knew he was teasing me. He shook his head.
I said, "Okay, maybe not the whole roll. Tear off 4 squares for me, please?"
He turned to the door knob where I had some personal laundry drying, picked up my bra, and cocked his head. He gave me that look and smiled when saying, "Here...you can use this!"
At this point I was a little exasperated. I blurted out his full name and he knew I meant business. He ran off and came back with 2 tissues from the kleenex box. He still wouldn't bring me his toilet paper.
He laughed all the way back to me and giggled non stop. He thought it was so funny to hold me captive on the toilet. If he weren't so cute, I would not have laughed along with him.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
The job I left a year ago was such a place. As I would leave my former boss' office, he would make a sexually gray comment about me or another woman. I say gray because it wouldn't be enough to get him in trouble, just enough to leave him some wiggle room to explain it away as a joke.
In sales, I was a top performer, who won corporate sales awards and incentive trips on a continual basis, but got passed up for promotions b/c I had a child. No boss wanted a woman with child in a higher demanding job, because of the liability a child
proposed. Men would get the sought after positions and such the increased salaries
When I would come to work, on 2 hours or less of sleep, my boss would joke, "Hey medicate that kid! Give him benedryl so you can get some sleep. You need to be able to preform at work!"
My performance wasn't the issue...I excelled on a regular basis. I was his go-to girl. When something needed to be done, he knew he could rely on me vs. most of his male employees, who got to sit on their cans more. The 'boy's club' members were able to do less because of their elite membership. Obviously the lack of respect I felt and the impossibility of being a quality mother, gave me an easy choice to quit.
My new career, is one that allows me to work from home some. I still have to be in the office about 8 - 10 hours a week, but it's nothing compared to the other grinding position I held. My new boss is someone that I truly respect. He's young and has a lot to learn about being a manager, but he's a good Christian guy who genuinely cares about each of his employees. He's honest and fair, which is hard to come by.
My new boss, Phil, has a new 6 week old baby...he and his wife's first child. This past year he's been pretty understanding about my family schedule with my son. If I had to take care of him during the work day, it was no big deal as long as I was working from home or making up the time else where.
Last week before picking my son up from his day care, I called my boss on my cell. I normally check in with him throughout the day to give him updates on different accounts I'm working on, or who I've sold. I heard his little baby in the background and asked him how his son was doing. He told me his son was sick. His wife just returned back to work, so Phil was watching his son for the day while working. I grinned to myself and thought, Now he know's how I feel everyday.
The next thing out of his mouth blew me away. He said, "You know Kim, I have to give you credit. I never knew how hard you worked and on top of that I never realized how wonderful you do. You're doing a really good job for me and it's harder for you than anyone else. I understand what you deal with everyday know and I have a whole new appreciation for you. I just wanted to thank you for all your hard work!"
HALLELUJAH! What a blessing I have in this job and this boss. I thank God for putting me in a place that finally understands how hard women work....not just understand but acknowledge it!
My boss is a great guy and I'm very blessed to have a place with this company. A company that lets me be a hard working woman and a mom! That's unheard of in corporate America, and although I'm struggling financially .... it's a trade off I'm willing to take!
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
I thank the Lord that He gave me the clarity and wisdom to know to get him the help he needed and fast. My mother added his name to a prayer chain, through church, and put the word out to our huge family of believers. So, we had so many loved ones and friends praying for him. God has answered our prayers in a desperate time of need. He's gone from being non-responsive to an alert little boy. He's now home, re-hydrated, but we're watching him to make sure he doesn't relapse.
Please keep us in your prayers as well for continued healing.
Thank you to all of my friends!
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