Since I have become a mom I have been doing a lot of thinking about the paths I have chosen in life. I know that I would not do much different as if I had, I wouldn’t have met my hubby and might not have my son. But, the older I get I look back and hope that my children don’t take the same paths that I did. I hope to give my children more direction than my parents gave me. I am not saying my parents didn’t do a good job; they did the best that they could as young parents. My mom was only 17 and my dad 21 when I was born. I owe a great deal to my parents. They taught me so much and loved me dearly. I know that my role as my children’s parents will contribute to both their successes and failures. I also know that I don’t bear the sole responsibility. I am on a contributing factor. I want my son to be all that he can be and have a life that will allow and encourage him to become everything the universe has intended him to be. Hence the picture of the bridges. We as his parents are the first bridge, but as his parents we can only watch from the first bridge as he crosses the second. Oh, how bittersweet the view will be.

the best day of the week. I love football. I love to watch football–especially in High Def on a 52 inch widescreen.

That’s all….

I totally felt completly unsatisfied with the whole sentence that I posted. I feel so my age (35). A good friend of mine is getting married in December and I have the honor of being one of her bridesmaids. Last night was her bachelorette party. To me, going out bar hopping is akin to having anything waxed–not fun, but this was necessary. We have know each other since we were 12. I am not a social person. I love to socialize, but with people I know or have something in common with aside from knowing the same person. I don’t like small talk, and it is really hard when you don’t really know anyone well and when they all know each other very well. It helped me notice how closed women can be. No one was especially chatty to me or really tried to involve me in any conversation and I tried to be involved but when you don’t know them and they know each other it is hard. But I stuck it out for a few hours anyway. I am so happy that I have the friends I have, but I now appreciate how hard it is to really make friends once you reach a certain stage in your life.

I also appreciate the fact that I didn’t have a bachelorette party. I was spared the chocolate penises, the penis water gun and the glow in the dark penis earrings as well as the glow in the dark penis straw. To me, that is the kind of bachelorette thing you do in your twenties, not mid thirties–where was the day at the spa, or the wine tasting?

Well, we live in a city–the most dangerous city. I have never felt unsafe in the city where I live and I truly like living within the city limits and not in the suburban sprawl. Well this morning progressed like any other morning, except that Minnow slept until nearly 8am. The phone rang about 9 and it was a nice man who is a security guard at one of our lightrail train stations. He was asking if we had parked our car their recently. Well not for over a month–you might be able to see where this is going. Anyway, hubby said no and when the nice man said he had found a bunch of our personal documents, etc in the parking log, hubby went to the front door and noticed that one of our cars was gone. So, we filed the police report and contacted the insurance company, etc. Then about 11 the cops called and they had located our car. Of course it wasn’t really driveable as the steering column had been messed up when they had to hot wire the car. Now the car is enroute to our local auto shop. I am hoping that they will be able to fix it, less we have to have it towed somewhere else. I love city living….

for requiring their employees to be to work on time and to not take too many sick days. How dare they expect people to show up to work on time. It has been a long time since I have been part of the non-educational work force, but has it become okay to show up to work late? I taught high school students and they seemed to have no real appreciation for being on time. They didn’t understand why being late for class would get them in trouble–neither did their parents for that matter. Many of them would show up late for work on a regular basis and only on occasion did they lose a job for it. Has it become so hard to teach a basic work ethic?

People are up in arms about Walmart’s new policy. I am somewhat perplexed as to what people have against others showing up to work on time. Really. What has the world come to? People expect to be able to show up late and keep their job, as if working is some sort of right. It’s not a right. It is an employers right to fire you if you don’t do as they say. Walmart is giving them 4 chances (maybe 5) before they are handed their walking papers. I mean, wake up US. We have become so complacent and so apathetic and carry with us a sense of entitlement, is it any wonder that most of the world is smarter than we are and that our jobs are leaving? Maybe if we worked hard and weren’t expected to be paid more than a job is worth, jobs would stay in America. There is a reason why immigrants are taking jobs. GOT A WORK ETHIC.

Minnow has found his “d” sound and he can’t stop with it. I already know what his first real world will be–no not dad or mom–DOG. We have 2 and he loves them. He can’t get enough of them and they are pretty enamored with him. I still am amazed at how fast he is growing and developing. It is amazing. It is so cool to hear him making sounds. It also saddens me that talking and walking are really just around the corner. I am not ready for that.

Hubby melts every time that Minnow babbles “da-da” or “da-de” and in turn I melt at my hubby who loves his son so much.