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15 years

At this exact moment, my oldest child is 15 years old. It’s hard to believe that for a full day before she was born I had contractions that I thought would tear me in half, paced the floor and prayed for the pain to stop. At 8:53am, when B. came into the world weighing 7 pounds and 6 ounces and was 20 inches long, I almost forgot about the pain (as cliche as that is) and couldn’t wait to hold her. I’ll never forget seeing her for the first time with her wrinkled little face and pink hospital hat on. She was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen with her dark eyes and tiny fingernails.

We stayed in the hospital for 5 days after she was born. B. and I had a high white blood cell count and she had to have antibiotics through an IV in her hand. I remember crying because I didn’t think I’d be able to nurse her, worrying that I’d hurt her when changing her clothes because she was so tiny, worrying that I’d not know what to do or what to teach her as she grew up.

Now she’s 5′ 8″ and is a beautiful young woman. She’ll be taking driver’s ed. this year and is thinking about which college she wants to attend after high school. She is smart, independent, has a strong sense of who she is and walks to the beat of her own drummer. I’m so glad she’s not one to follow the crowd and that she’s willing to stand up for what she believes in.

I guess we’ve learned together how to do this mom/daughter thing. We’ve even weathered that stage where she thought Oprah was a better mom to her than I could ever be because I made her do horrible things like take showers and clean up her room. I’m so thankful to be part of her life. She is truly a blessing and brings such joy to my days. I’m so proud of her and look forward to seeing who she will grow up to be.

Happy Birthday, sweet girl! I love you.

one year

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my hysterectomy.  This past year I’ve felt so much better that the severe pain and complete misery for days on end are distant memories.   It was the perfect choice for me and I’m so glad I did it when it was suggested by my gynecologist.

my week

This past week felt like the longest week!  We had training at work on Monday afternoon and Tuesday morning.  It was off-site and really got my internal schedule mixed up, I think.  All day Wednesday I thought it was Thursday, so I got to have two Thursdays.  Lucky me. 🙂

I spent a lot of time with my sisters and their families this week.  Julie was here staying at Mom and Dad’s house, so Chrissie and I were able to see Julie and her family almost every day.   I’m so glad they were able to come up.  We had a great time seeing them and look forward to another visit soon.

What a great night last night was!  I helped a few people find their seats and had a nice evening supporting the arts in my small way.  No, I didn’t go to the John Mellencamp concert!  I’m talking about Seven Brides for Seven Brothers at the Civic Center.  The show did not get outstanding reviews in the local newspaper, but I thought it was wonderful.  I’m not a professional critic of musicals, but really, how many patrons are?  Throughout the performance, I heard laughing, sighs, gasps, and loads of clapping/cheering – at the appropriate times during the program, of course.  I lost count of how many people I heard saying how wonderful they thought the show was as they were leaving.

Saturday 9

Saturday 9: We Travel Well

1. What part of the world and country do you live in? United States, central Oklahoma.

2. What is the furthest from home that you have been, and where is it? I’ve been to Canada, Mexico, Florida and Washington. I’m not sure which is farther away since I’m right in the middle.

3. What travel destination have you enjoyed the most? Canada

4. What travel destination have you enjoyed the least?

5. Is there somewhere you’d like to visit but have not, and where is it? Several places, actually.  Right now Italy and Greece are at the top of my list.

6. Do you prefer traveling to see historic places or to hit the beach and relax? A mix of both historic and beach is perfect.

7. What popular vacation destination have you never considered because you think you’d not like it? Hilton Head

8. Where do you travel to most recently? Canada

9. Do you like day trip “mini-vacations”? Yes, but don’t do mini-vacations often.

a hard lesson learned

My youngest daughter learned a valuable lesson today.  She learned that it’s not always ok to say everything you think and feel whenever you think and feel it.  Especially not on myspace.  Sometimes it’s best to keep things to yourself or to let it sit for a while and gain perspective before putting it out there for the world to see.  I’m all for saying how you feel and for standing up for what you believe in, but as we all have learned (by trial and error), there’s a time and a place for everything.

J. has learned that feelings are not right or wrong, they just are.  How we act upon those feelings is a big part of what makes us who we are.  None of us are islands and what we say and do effects others.  Words can hurt and cause misunderstandings.  Words can be taken personally when that was not the intent.  They are a powerful tool and must should be used wisely.

I am sad that feelings were hurt and that others read her words before she realized she needed to remove them. Knowing that those feelings belonged to people that I love was awful.

I feel badly for my daughter.  Seeing her cry as she realized the impact her words had on others broke my heart.  Seeing her cry because of hurting words written by others made my heart ache even more.  At the same time, I’m glad she’s learning this now at age 12 and not later on in life.  Maybe this lesson will help her grow, become more sensitive and realize that she has an impact on others, whether she realizes it or not.


Today is my niece Megan’s birthday. She would have been 22 years old this year.


I think this is one of my all time favorite photos of J. – she’s wearing the black shirt. She’s posing with my 13 yr old niece. They were trying on hats and modeling at the quick shop where we always stop when driving on the turnpike late last Friday night coming back home from Broken Bow, my hometown.

the area

Youngest daughter: Mom, I’m not supposed to be this big in the area. This padded bra really works!

The area. Ha!  She’s twelve.  I had a hard time keeping a straight face when she said that a few minutes ago.


Tonight, I looked at some of Mom’s photos from her trip.  One of my favorites was from when she was in Santorini, Greece.  It looks a lot like the top photo on this guide about traveling to Santorini that I found. Mom’s photo has a bush with hot pink/almost red flowers on the side of a walkway leading to a white building with a blue domed rooftop and clear blue sea in the background like the one in the photo I linked to above.  It’s a beautiful photograph.

I also loved the photos of Mom on a gondola in Italy, and the photos of local art and architecture.  The photos were breathtaking.

One day, I want to visit Greece and Italy to see these beautiful places for myself.


Mom is home from her three week trip to Europe.  Her plane landed last night.  She and Dad got home in the wee hours this morning. I’m so glad she’s home and cannot wait to hear about her adventures and see the photos.  She slept most of the day today and is usually jet-lagged for a couple of days when she gets home from these trips.

She sent me a text message about my new job when she was overseas but it didn’t come through (I got the job the same day she left so I left her a voicemail message that she was able to check when she was in Greece, I think) but I didn’t get to tell her about it myself until today.

It’s funny how three weeks of not talking to or seeing Mom seems like an eternity. I really missed her and am glad she’s home. I like to see how she and Dad miss each other and how happy they are to be back together again. They’re so cute.


Today is the seven year anniversary of my divorce.  I tend to look at today as the day my Do-Over began, a happy day,  a day of freedom.

YIPPEE!  Seven years.  WOO HOO!

Happy Anniversary to me!  🙂

You know, I didn’t always see this day as a happy day.  My view has changed over the past seven years quite a bit.  That old saying about time healing us is true in my case.  Time, distance, learning, friendships, and time are things that have helped change the way I see my divorce, how I see my ex-husband, and how I see myself.  I’ve changed, actually, a lot.  For the better, I believe. 


My daughters are at the Jonas Brothers concert right now.  They’ve been so cute counting down the days and the hours for months.  They’ve got new clothes, sparkly belts, big earrings, shiny lip gloss, new cell phones, borrowed binoculars, my camera and huge, happy smiles.

Since I dropped them off, they’ve called about 5 times.  They love their seats (they’re very close to the stage) and have called to tell me thanks, that they are so excited, about t-shirts they’ve seen, t-shirts and bags they bought, how excited they are,  and how very excited they are.  🙂

I’m excited for them and so happy I could help give them this experience (I paid half their ticket price).

I’m sure they’ll be smiling for days to come.

off to camp

Today I’ll be driving 13 year old son to church camp. It’s the very camp my sisters and I went to when we were kids, Mountain Fork Christian Camp at Beaver’s Bend State Park. It’s a 4 hour drive each way to camp, so we’ve got a long day ahead.

I’m amazed each year to see people that I saw at camp when I was a kid. I live in a city where I did not grow up and I rarely see people that I know when I’m out and about.  To see people that have known me since I was a small child is a novelty and is very different that my typical everyday experience.

I’ll be double checking son’s bags in a few minutes, to make sure he’s packed towels, washcloths and underwear. He’s very excited about the coming week and I hope he has a wonderful time with friends from previous years and new friends he’ll meet this year.

Born on the 3rd of July

Today would have been my maternal grandfather’s 98th birthday.  He was born on the same day that our hometown (Broken Bow, Oklahoma) became a town, July 3, 1910. 

I remember celebrating his birthdays through my childhood.  We always had a great time with birthday cake, watermelon, good food and fireworks.  He was a fun-spirited, hard-working, loving man.  

He died 10 years ago in June.  I think about him and Meema all the time and miss them still.   

Happy Birthday, Grandad! 


Sophie is getting spayed today.  I’m leaving to take her to the vet in about 10 minutes.  Earlier this morning, J. needed more insulin.  She stayed the night at Chrissie’s house last night, so Sophie and I drove more insulin and a set of pump site change supplies over there.  Sophie got car sick.  I felt so bad for her.  Car sickness is awful.

I know that dogs and cats get spayed every day, but I’m a little nervous about this today.  I was nervous when we got Smokey neutered last year.   I guess it’s normal to be worried about a loved one having surgery.  I count my pets as loved ones since we love them.  🙂

Here’s a pic from earlier this year of Sophie smiling.  I think her little smile is so cute!