Wornoutwoman

Terri Terri Quite Contrary who is one of my favorite blogging queens gave me the very special gift of the "The Rockin’ Girl Blogger Award" ! Since I love reading her daily, it's an honor to receive this from her. She always has a crazy spin on something and her quirky sense of humor has me bent over sideways in laughter. She wrote: Worn Out Woman A wonderful mom with a heart of gold and inspiring faith in God. Okay, Terri....**I'm blushing**...thank you very much! My intent with this page was to give everyone a laugh from time to time, but mainly to inspire those women who feel overwhelmed. Most out there can't imagine ever having any energy again. You know the moms, who work full-time and slave to their families to boot. The ones who are so drained that they've lost their sight of what they want for themselves. It's only about everyone else. I wanted a page that would let them know how inspiring life can be, even when pulled in 100 different

I got home Thursday morning after 2:00 a.m. and was never so glad to touch the ground. Although my trip was awesome, after four days I was ready to see my family. Plus...with all the storms we were delayed in Cincinnati for over four hours. I was pooped! Savannah was one of the most beautiful cities I've ever been to. The architecture and design were amazing. The history was powerful. The soul of the city was enveloping! My co-worker and I stayed at 'The Mansion at Forsythe Park' in the heart of Savannah, across from Forsythe Park. The picture of our 4-star room is above. It was totally girly in hot pink and white. It was a very artistic hotel that had THE most heavenly beds I've ever slept in. We had a lot of solo time during the day, which led us to Tybee Beach or napping/shopping. I haven't napped since my son was two! It was awesome! At night we had dinner and cocktails with others that flew in for the board of directors meeting. Sarah, my

I'm home and bushed. I walked for two days in my heels in the rain and drove over 500 miles. I got a lot accomplished for work, and I am glad I went. The best part was visiting family nearby. I loved spending the night at my grandparent's home. I hadn't been there since my grandfather's death in 2000. That town holds so many haunting memories for me that it had always been hard to even think about returning. It was good to visit my grandmother and get some closure on that chapter in my life as well. It was healing on so many levels. The drive between multiple towns was extremely relaxing. I took many photographs which you can see on my flicker site, but I'll post a few for fun. The only sad part was all the flooding. Oklahoma has had a lot...I mean a lot of rain, so driving held a lot of areas that were underwater. Thankfully the highway I was on was over some of the newly formed lakes that settled onto the low ground. I took lots of pictures o

Before I go on my trip, I will leave you with this story. Of course, my son is always serious, but I always find him so funny. Like all loving parents, I'm biased. Last night, my son was taking his shower. I detached the shower spray to hold and shower himself off with. I let him stand in there on his own for a while to gain more independence, but I always stay within earshot just in case. As I heard him singing, I asked if he was doing okay. My husband walked in and whispered, "You'll never guess what he's in there doing!" I raised an eyebrow in wait and he laughed, "He's got the showerhead turned toward his chest, and he told me that he was giving Jesus a drink because Jesus was thirsty!" I shook my head...there my son goes again. Thinking so literally. Of course, the water should be shooting at his heart...because Jesus lives there!

The next couple of weeks are gonna be crazy. For all the momma time I get, I eventually have to burn the midnight oil. There's a new program my company is promoting and Oklahoma it the beta territory. And I'm on the team of sales reps that the whole nation is looking to...to see how it tracks. This week I get to drive 3 hours from home to cold call small towns out in rural OK. The good part about this...I plan on staying the night with my grandmother. She lives out in BFE, and I haven't been to her two-horse town since the death of my grandfather, in 2000. The bad part is that I'm taking two whole days away from my family. It will go quick and I'll be home before I know it. Then I get to pack for a 4 day trip to Georgia for an all-expense-paid trip for work. Two of us were chosen to participate in an annual event, that will basically be socializing, lots of food, and cocktails. The good part is quite obvious.....HELLO. I've not had any ME time fo

Thank the Lord for His continued blessings. My husband was out until after 1 a.m. this morning, putting up thirteen huge signs and scavenging the entire area with a flashlight. I had to force him to come home and get some rest. I just kept praying, "Lord please give Hershey's guardian angel strength, so he might lead our doggie home. I know he's probably crashed in someone's hallway some where, snoring, while I'm here worrying. So I give it over to you and I know you'll take good care of Hershey." I let go of it after midnight and tried calling my adorable and worried better half, to give him the same peace I felt. About an hour later, we both we in bed ready for the phone to start ringing the next day. My son whimpered through his sleep, obviously upset from the whole ordeal. And I kept praying in my sleep, "Lord if you could please hold off on the rain until Hershey's home so that all those signs wouldn't get wet...and the ink wouldn

I write this in utter sadness. My sidekick, the one thing I could always count on....is missing! My 13-year-old chocolate lab, Hershey, was let out of my yard tonight after I left home. 6:00 CST or any time after, someone opened our gate and let out my loyal companion. Here it is almost midnight and he's not anywhere to be found. Hershey is obviously very old, but can't get half a block without panting and straining. He usually has to turn back home, because he is too tired to go any further. Currently, his fur is shaved short for the summer. So he looks like a greyhound with brown fur, instead of a chocolate lab. He would never make it past my neighbor's house without turning back for my porch. He would NEVER not come home. He also needs his medication or he will get really sick. We drove three neighborhoods, and I saw no signs of any animals on the road. No one claimed to see him. We called for hours with no response. It's like someone opened our g

Hey all, I'm doing a little market research for a project and need your opinion on how you personally would handle this situation. It is not a real situation, but it relates to a project I'm working on. So think of it as a real situation as it applies to you, then please tell me how you would respond. If I don't provide an answer that would suitably fit you, respond with your own choice. **** Imagine that you've been without knowing your father your whole life. He is an unknown, someone your mother never would talk about. This biological link to your life is a void in your heart. In fact, you've been told he was dead. **** Secondly imagine, upon going through some items in a trunk or an attic you find clues to your heritage and evidence that your father is alive. You immediately research this new family tree, as it's what you've been missing your whole life. You find out that your father is not the ideal father figure you'd always hoped

I met my mother, son, and sister for lunch today at Panera Bread. It's a treat I don't get to do very often, so I reveled in spending time with my son during the day when I'm on a lunch break from work. I usually like to look around and people watch whenever we are out. It's the military brat in me too-knowing where everyone is, where the closest exit is, and taking in my surroundings. Today I noticed a few familiar faces at the table next to me and smiled. My mother greeted them as well, so I figured they were from our church. I also noticed another woman, eating solo, at the next table over. She was focused on praying over her food, with her hands folded at the table. It was touching! It was a glimpse of God's work even at a busy lunch. After we made our way through our meal and almost through, my son started sucking on the very oversized ice cubes in his cup. I've told him many a time..not to suck on ice, unless it's Sonic ice, because it

This weekend while I was layed up with bed rest, my husband took my son to the air show, where he got his first glimpse of the Blue Angels. My husband tried to imitate my son's facial expressions to show me the wild wonder he had in his eyes. Apparently, my little guy was in awe of the wonder of flight -- and of the pilots, that did all the fancy rolls and turns. After five hours I got to wondering....are they ever going to come home? So I finally called my husband. Maybe if I could have been up and around doing chores, I wouldn't have been so desperate for company. However, I wasn't mobile and had enough TV to last me a lifetime. My husband put my son on the phone. My son, who wants to be a race car driver when he grows up, started talking so fast I had to ask him to slow down. I asked him all sorts of questions like, did you have fun....what was your favorite part...yada yada yada. He blurts out..."Hey mom! Did you know they had AWAX planes at the s

My sister has been dating a wonderful guy for about 9 months, who happens to have an adorable son, Jack (name changed). My darling little boy just came to the realization that my sister and her boyfriend aren't married, and the adorable son in this scenario isn't his cousin. Of course, I ask, "Jack is nine! If he were your cousin...where has he been for the last four years of your life?" Then the next question I got was -  "Well, then if Bob is married to Jack's mom then how come he hangs out with my Aunt?" So I had to explain that Bob wasn't married to Jack's mom anymore. We went over family dynamics and how some couples don't stay together, like Bob and his ex-wife...while still assuring him that his daddy and I love each other very much and wouldn't break up! It's a whole lot for a four-year-old to process. A few nights ago...he pulled out a real doozy while my sister and her boyfriend were at my house. "Hey, B

Little boys are always infatuated by what (to put it bluntly) hangs between their legs. They're constantly playing with it or learning new ways to pee with it. My son likes to pee in my mother's lawn, much to her horror. We're trying to break him of that. It's funny...I've spent years breaking dogs of peeing indoors, now I'm reminding him that it's not nice to pee outdoors in Nana's lawn. Needless to say, little boys at this age are trying to figure out what makes them unique and different from girls. They see the obvious differences...long hair vs short, attracted to dolls vs trucks, soft-spoken vs loud boy noises. But the most frequent question I get when it comes to body parts is: "Mommy, how come you don't stand up to go pee?" My answer: "Because boys have pee pee's and girls don't." Lately, he's on to bigger and better questions about things like strangers, or heaven, but yesterday he learned a hard l