Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Where Have All The Good Men Gone?

NO!  I'm not looking for a Good Man. . . I got one.

But where are all the good men for all these good women that I know?

I associate with a few good women at my work,

Who are freakin' amazing and so darling.

The are educated,

They are creative,

They are cute!

They chat with me sometimes about there not being good men around who will date them.

Where have they all gone?

Because they are missing out!

Monday, February 21, 2011

R & R

Nothing like a little Rest and Relaxation to put yourself back together.

Jeff and I spent a weekend in St. George.

This is our annual trip to see the Home Show and take in some sunshine.

We started this tradition by going with our good friends,

But time and life get in the way and we go alone now,

But it's still good.

It's  become our way of celebrating our anniversary now.

So, happy anniversary Jeff! 

It's been an eventful 21 years, and I'm happy to have been on the journey with you!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


My life is a cycle of Ranting - Assessment - Guilt - Retreat - Ranting - Assessment - Guilt . . . .

You get the point.

I've just Ranted.

Now I'm taking an Assessment of the situation AND feeling guilt.

I have thought alot about the PTA stuff. 

And the truth is that I have been asked to do stuff and didn't follow through with it.

For example:

1.  I quit going to School Community Council at the Jr High because the ladies didn't like me . . .(pathetic)

2.  I didn't follow through with Reflections this year when I felt that I'd be overshadowed by some people . . . (pathetic again)

3.  And I think I dropped the ball on serving on the School Community Council at the High School (I will try to see if this is really the situation)

Anyway, just thought I'd confess my sins here on the old blog -- Facebook seemed too public (ha ha)

Now for retreating . . . . .

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

PTA Rant

For goodness sakes, if you're going to get offended, stop reading NOW!

But I just have to respond to KSL's article about "Are Schools Asking Too Much of Parents?"

I was so irritated over the article after the news last night!

I am personally struggling with PTA and volunteering and this just LIT my dry tinder.

The premise is that PTA's / School's are needing help and not getting it.

For example, a woman needed help with Mom's and Muffins and only had 2 committed volunteers.

They were going to have to resort to tougher tactics by making PHONE CALLS to ask for help.

The additional issue is that only the same handful of volunteers are ever helping.

I realize that when you are in the middle of being in charge, things feel the way that was presented in the article. 

But I think that some of those same old PTA ladies are to blame.

Yes, I've now offended you -- I'm sorry, but not.

Because sometimes when you aren't willing to CALL people and ask them to help, or take a chance on their skill set, you are closing yourself off to be in that same little group.

My personal journey this year has been one of asking to help, repeatedly, and being turned down, repeatedly. 

I can only assume that the job I do for PTA has not been 'good enough' and they are turning me away.

I went and got a job -- where they do appreciate what I do, and do accept my help.

I can readily give you names of other mom's who try to help, were made to feel inadequate and no longer help.

And I'm not being passive about this -- I have worked hard to volunteer, to try to fit in, to feel good about myself by giving service, to show my children I care by being there.  But there are just some moms who make you feel like crap.  And then they complain that they are the only ones doing stuff.


I realize that these mom's are good people, doing good things, wanting to help.  And I realize that they are oblivious to what they are doing. 

But you're kidding yourself if I'm going to take them on and tell them what they are doing.  These moms can be a little high strung.

And I know that several of you readers will think I'm the pot calling the kettle black.  But I really do try to accept all help offered, make people feel like they belong and help them feel good about themselves.  I know I don't always succeed either.

I think we all just need to realize that people want to be included. 

I think we all need to realize that there will always be someone else to take our spot when we need to step down.  Maybe there will be some interim chaos, but that's okay.  The next group of ladies need to learn and feel important too.

And I think that we should realize that being at every activity and being the sole supporter of that event does NOT mean you love your kid AND my kid more!

Thank you for the opportunity to rant, and I'm sorry if I offended . . . . .

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Miss Emma

This girl is somthing else!

Put her in a new dress and she's ready to be sassy and pose for me.

Just sayin' you should note the hair . . . .

That's all me, baby!

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Old Addiction

I have an old addiction.

No, it's not about Diet Coke, this time.

Although I'm now at a super high risk for heart disease,

Because I drink A Diet Coke everyday.

See HERE for my dignosis . . .

My addiction this time is to:

Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman

(*I hang my head in shame*)

I can't stop watching it!

Sunday, February 6, 2011


Emma talks, non-stop

about getting married.

She's currently in a snit because another boy

likes a girl in her class

and they're going to get married.

Reminder:  Emma is SIX!!

But for as much as she talks about getting married and moving out,

(Seriously, she's SIX!)

She has cried TWICE this last week about missing me when she moves out.

She cried once during Mamma Mia (when Sophie gets ready to be married)

And Emma cried again during Open Season (where the bear has to leave his human mommy for the summer).

I was touched that she'd miss me and get all sentimental.

And then I FREAKED out again

Because she's only SIX!

Mom, please tell me I wasn't like this at SIX . . . .

And tell me that Emma's mind-set is not going to ruin her life.