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Showing posts with label Tough Stuff. Show all posts
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Monday, August 13, 2012

Our School Girl

Today, Miss Elena started Pre-K. Wow! My baby is in school. She wasn't nervous at all. I think I had enough nerves for the both of us! She was so excited when we dropped her off. "Mommy and Daddy I'm going to big girl school. Where grammy works."

Yes, she was over the moon! Weeks ago, we started buying her school supplies. And her little uniforms. But I do say, Elena was most excited over her new backpack and lunchbox. Last night, we packed up her supplies. Making sure her name was on everything. School rules. And we talked about lunch.

My sweet girl asked me to pack a lunch for her, and grammy. Oh, and a little snack for her teacher. Yes, it was quite cute. And this morning, before the girls woke up, and Mark was showering, I started those lunches. I couldn't help myself, I cried. Just a little. Because my baby is not a baby anymore! She's a big girl.

This mommy, might have also packed a little card and some stickers. Elena might have gotten fruit, and a pudding. And I might still have this ache in my heart. But this is a big step for all of us. A big deal!

To celebrate tonight, Mark is grilling up some ribs. And we're having a special "School Dinner." I can't wait, to hear all about my little girl's first day of school! And mommy just might be baking up some sweet treats, for our new school girl.



I'd probably be at the school. Right this minute. If my MIL didn't work there. Along with Mark's aunt. I know that our girl is in good hands. And that we have family members there, if she needs them. I'd probably just make the whole thing, a lot harder. I know that Elena is having a great time. And making lots of good friends. But it still doesn't make this day any easier.

I know this is a necessary step. But this is also the first real big step, to our daughter really growing her "own wings." And that, makes me a little nervous. Because I want to be there, to always protect her. I know, she's only in Pre-K. And is just 4 years old. But I feel like she's grown up too fast for my tastes. A

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Remembering Whitney



I was just crushed, when I heard the news. Whitney past away. I've always been a big fan! There is just something about her voice. It's captivating!! Whitney will certainly be missed. This is not the time, to think of the troubles of her life. This is a time, to celebrate her life. A life, that ended too soon! A

Thursday, March 3, 2011

So Sweet!!!

I rarely ever watch Martha Stewart's show. I was once a big fan. Watched her show daily. Bought her cookbooks. Even watched the show, on PBS. Then, my bubble was burst! Not just her legal issues. I could sort of see, past that. She admitted her wrong doings. Served her time.

But when things were getting ugly with K-Mart. And she started putting low-income people down. That irritated me! I stopped being a fan. Because, I just couldn't see someone, put people down. Not everyone is low-income, because they want to be. And they certainly, don't need you, rubbing your millions, in their face. I'd rather watch the channel, that shows what's one TV, than to watch her shows. Hate me. But I'm just being honest.



But out of pure tiredness, and delirium, I tuned in. Today. For 5 minutes. While I watched the Craft Queen make these flowers. And now, it's all I can think of. I'm blaming it on the lack of sleep. And Ofelia teething. But we just might, make a little time in our day. To make these flowers! Because they make this mommy, smile. A

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Please Pray



I just want to ask any, and all my readers, for a little favor. To keep Mr. S in your prayers. He was hospitalized on Thursday night. Mrs. S and Lola, have been there with him. 24/7. And I just know, that they need, and would appreciate, all your prayers. I don't think, they've figured out what's wrong. But it's serious! He's been in the ICU. Please remember Mr. S, when you're saying your prayers. A