Like a few million other people, I had registered for the lottery to attend the Michael Jackson Memorial Service. After watching it in it’s entirety twice on T.V., I am so emotionally drained, I can’t imagine actually being there

It was a beautiful, emotional and touching tribute, leaving you with a whole new appreciation for who Michael Jackson really was. We have always known him as the King of Pop, an icon bigger than life…with or without personal issues and controversy. This memorial reminded us he was so much more. He was a humanitarian, a friend, mentor, uncle, brother, son. He was a daddy.

These are just a few of the moments that highlighted the event…




This obviously was the most heart-wrenching, as Michael’s
11 year old daughter Paris puts things into perspective.

While at the store the other day, surrounded by people, I happen to glance down and notice I have two different shoes on…thongs…flip-flops. Whatever, at that very moment it didn’t matter what they were, they were different colors and I am sure I am not the only one who noticed. Now had I been with a friend, it may not have been such an issue, it could have even been funny…you know alleviating the embarrassment. Do I just go on with my shopping? Point it out to everyone I see and laugh about it, so they are laughing with me and not at me? Or do I just leave? I’m pretty sure if I were to look up, I would see a lot of pointing and whispering going on. I text my mom;
Me: I am shopping and just noticed I have 2 different flip-flops on
Mom: It sounds like you need to find the “help” aisle
Me: It’s not funny, do you know how embarrassed I am?
Mom: You should be used to it by now
Mom: Only you…only you!
I made it home partial dignity still intact and made a note to myself not to take anything for granted. For example; just because you have two shoes on, it doesn’t mean they’re a pair!! I guess that’s something my mom failed to instill in me…which brings me to the following.
I am not sure when or where I got this but it’s classic, funny and something I’m sure many can relate to!! Enjoy!

My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
“If you’re going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.”

My mother taught me RELIGION.
“You better pray that will come out of the carpet.”

My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
“If you don’t straighten up, I’m going to knock you into the middle of next week!”

My mother taught me LOGIC.
“Because I said so, that’s why.”

My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
“If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you’re not going to the store with me.”

My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
“Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you’re in an accident.”

My mother taught me IRONY.
“Keep crying, and I’ll give you something to cry about.”

My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
“Shut your mouth and eat your supper.”

My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
“Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!”

My mother taught me about STAMINA.
“You’ll sit there until all those peas are gone.”

My mother taught me about WEATHER.
“This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.”

My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
“If I told you once, I’ve told you a million times. Don’t exaggerate!”

My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
“I brought you into this world and I can take you out.”

My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
“Stop acting like your father!”

My mother taught me about ENVY.
“There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don’t have wonderful parents like you do.”

My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
“Just wait until we get home.”

My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
“You are going to get it when you get home!”

My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
“If you don’t stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.”

My mother taught me ESP.
“Put your sweater on; don’t you think I know when you are cold?”

My mother taught me HUMOR.
“When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don’t come running to me.”

My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
“If you don’t eat your vegetables, you’ll never grow up.”

My mother taught me GENETICS.
“You’re just like your father.”

My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
“Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?”

My mother taught me WISDOM.
“When you get to be my age, you’ll understand”

My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
“One day you’ll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!”

Focus. That’s what I need to do. I have been such an inconsistent blogger/poster/website maintainer/sharer/etc… lately! I need to work on that…and a bunch of other things as well! I have been adding new quotes, I love quotes and there’s days I can just lose myself in them. I’m so deep, huh?

Here’s a few pictures I took over the weekend. I tried to be cute but the jokes on me, I screwed up and left a line out…the moon up above, or is it the stars up above? Anyways work with me here…this is my version! For what it’s worth, here’s my attempt:
again, just click on the pic. for a larger view!

Let me tell you about~

Hands down, this is the best reality show I have seen. Not for the entertainment value, not because it follows Intervention, another favorite and not because it’s really good. It’s the reality of the show, the
r-e-a-l-ity.

Obsessed chronicles the struggles of everyday people imprisoned by unmanageable, repetitive behaviors and sometimes debilitating fear. Whether it is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (O.C.D.) or other anxiety disorders, this shows gives viewers a chance to see first-hand how an obsession can radically affect a person’s life and the effects their disorders have on their friends and family. Each episode follows two individual cases, their struggle and the process of rehabilitation, following them through treatment with cognitive-behavior therapy.

I have lived with O.C.D. for the past 8 years, a majority of those years it has consumed my every waking hour. It affects approximately 3.3 million people in the U.S., 2% being adults, 0.3 to 1% kids. It’s a disease that is rarely talked about, rarely understood and unknown to many. A relatively new show, I have yet to get through an episode without a meltdown. As hard as it is for me to watch, there is a glimmer of hope as well as a true sense of comfort knowing I’m not alone. I can’t thank A&E enough for addressing this disorder and bringing a new understanding to such a debilitating condition. Obsessed can be seen Monday nights on A&E at 10/9C

It’s seems like forever since I have done any Scrapping, a lack of mo-jo perhaps? This is my son and his beautiful bride to be.

Love Remembers by Craig Morgan

I‘m in denial about a few things, age being one of them. Recently, I was smacked in the face butt with reality. I need glasses. This isn’t a revelation I have just had, just one I’ve ignored…until now.

I have nothing against glasses, in fact both my kids have worn them since grade school. My mom and sister wear them, I have had just always prided myself with the fact I have had amazing eyesight. It’s pretty much my mom’s fault for reminding me that “one day when [I get] old, I too will be blind as a bat.” That day has come.

The reality became obvious on a recent evening walk. I love my walks, they are a time for me to clear my head and do some (are you ready for this one?) deep thinking. I guess you can say I often get caught up in my own little world on these journeys.

The other night I encountered an unexpected sprinkle, cutting my  deep-thinking, clear-headed time short. I rushed back to my apartment, taking a quick glance at the apartment number, (if you know me well enough, you could probably figure out why) and proceeded to open the door. It was locked…well it wasn’t locked when I left. Maybe my boyfriend came home and locked it, so I knock. Nothing. I knock again…louder, “Hello, it’s me open the door!” Again, nothing. I take a 2nd glace at the apartment number, uh-oh, not mine. (1 out of 2 numbers isn’t that bad is it?)

Oblivious to my surroundings, I now notice a neighbor had come out to see what the loud mouth knocking was all about. All I could do was walk away. Trying to look calm and collective as if I hadn’t just made the biggest ass out of myself, I turn around and give him a weak smile. He did not smile back, his glare however made it clear he was not taking his eyes off of me until I was long gone. The next thing I knew, I was picking myself butt up off the ground. How did I not see those 3 steps I have walked up and down for the past year? A glutton for punishment, I do another quick look back. Yes, he is still watching me, was he smiling? Probably, but how would I know…I can’t see that far!!!

Ha Ha mom, you were right.
I will be hauling my bruised butt (and ego) in for a new set of glasses…A.S.A.P.