Giving Thanks

There's no way I can express my gratitude for all who have served for our Country.

This is me, attempting to honor all who served. Thank you!

Beginning of Change

I'm not really sure if it's good or bad, but I didn't really talk to my daughter much about the election this year. She's 8, right? I thought...she's way too young. I'm JUST NOW getting into politics...just a tiny bit compared to others. However, I am ecstatic that the schools are setting such a large example in getting the kids involved these days!

When my darling daughter came home announcing that she was voting for Obama, and gave me VALID REASONS why she wanted Mr. Obama as our new President of the United States...I was thrilled!

Here's a partial essay written by her, just yesterday...

"I hope obama wins becus he is a very good man and he wants the cuntry to be halty and he does not want guns becus he dos not want any merders around and i hope pepol anderstan its not so we cant figth in wars its..."

She's dictating to me now what she wanted to end with...

"...because he doesn't want people getting hurt. And, when he shakes people's hands, it's like he's saying, 'I love you.' And, when he shakes people's hands, he's saying, 'Please vote for me!'..."

I'm very proud of America, and of our new President. And, of my beautiful daughter.

Boys Will Be Boys

I love my guy friends. I really do. But, I will no longer accept the stereotype that women are whiners. Not that these particular men think that way, or anything...but....

Guys can be such WHINER-BABY-PEE-PEE-PANTS sometimes!

But, I love 'em!

Just sayin'.

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Patterns

Tracing the pathways away from my heart...why are there so many dead ends?

It makes me wonder... some times are more sad than others. There's strength toward the end of each path...and a lesson at each dead end.

Some lessons are the same, pounding my skull as if a sledge hammer. Why, then, is the pain not in my head? Wouldn't it be easier if the pain were there? Would the lesson sink in any faster?

The Hole Inside

Torture my soul,
Devour my thoughts.
Stroke my radiant beauty-
Fill the void that rots.

To the center of my being,
Deeper as you crawl.
The emptiness envelops you.
You strike out, as if it brawl.

As I feel the rumble within me,
A smile creeps 'cross my face.
For you see, I have been waiting years,
To fill that empty space.

A Random Thought for the Day

Yes, first impressions are important.

But, so are the second and third ones.

Just Sayin'

Starting over sucks!

Baseball Never Ends

When softball and baseball season started this year, I had no idea how it would affect me.

With each and every game, my heart grew more fond of not only the game...but the sense of community and family that it brought to my heart, as well. I haven't felt more "at home" than I have in years. Sitting on the sidelines with my family, cheering on my daughter as she learned the "door knockers" approach to holding a bat this year. Or, cheering on my great-nephew in his orange socks as he tore around the bases. And, the latest was cheering on my nephew, and his dad, the coach, as their team went all the way to the County tournament.

I felt like I knew every player...as if they were part of my family. I felt victory in my heart with every base hit or home run, as well as the sad disappointment with every strike out or caught pop-up.

The season is over for my family...but luckily, it will come around again in the blink of an eye...