"I have a dream...."

I have a dream that one day...Yes I can start my blog with this famous line by Dr. Martin Luther King...because he and I share a birthday. We were both born on January 15th. So I begin my blog with I have a dream....
With today's economy and people losing their jobs and homes, if I were to ever run into lots of money, I would buy a complex or warehouse type place. In this, would be a hair salon, barber shop, vetrinarian, grocery store, and clothing store. It would a place where if you had an animal and needed a vet but had no money, you could take your pet there. In place of money, you would exchange care of your pet for hours of work. You may work a few hours in the vet's office, cleaning the cages, or caring for the animals. If you needed groceries, you could get what you needed and in return, stock the shelves for a few hours. And so on and so forth. Kind of like a bartering system that they had in the olden days. Just because you are poor-doesn't mean that you don't need things and sometimes, just don't have the funds. I would love to open a proto type and see it spread around the nation. So..if I ever do hit the lottery...I have a dream.


I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."

My friend Jamie

We had just moved into our house. My five year old daughter wanted to play with the little girl across the street who was about seven. I crossed the road with her, and asked the little girl if she could play with her and another little girl. She said yes and I walked back across the street. I was outside keeping an eye on them, when suddenly my daughter came running across the street crying, and Kellie, the little girl across the street was on her way home screaming. "Oh my gosh, what happened?" I asked my daughter. Between sobs, she said "Kellie said I threw a stone at her, but I didn't mom" Although, she kept denying it, somehow a stone had ended up in Kellie's face. I told my daughter she still had to apologize, even though she kept denying she did it. I walked her to the house across the street. Scared to death, here we are new in the neighborhood, and what a way to meet the neighbors! I knocked on their door, and the dad loomed in the doorway. I let my daughter apologize and then promptly began apologizing on her behalf also. He informed me Kellie's mom had taken her to the hospital. I felt like crawling under a rock. Talk about making a first impression! When I saw the mom return, I walked over to make sure the Kellie was okay and to apologize to the mom. After a few days of turbulence between the girls, they began to play together, but there was not a lot of contact between the parents and myself. Mostly, because I felt so awful about things. I was able to break the ice, and saw that they held no hard feelings for myself or my daughter and a friendship began to form. It began with little things, like me running out of butter and asking Jamie to borrow some. Then she would send Kellie over saying they ran out of toilet paper and I'd send a roll over. She'd return a new roll a day or so later with a thank you note written on it! From exchanging cakes, cookies and chocolate (when we knew we we needed it on "those times of the month") to watching each others daughters, our friendship grew. Jamie has become one of those people that I can trust, talk to, and hopefully she feels the same for me. Our daughters are often times joined at the hips, calling each of us their stepmoms. What a nice feeling, to have a friendship, like I have with Jamie! Thanks Jamiejams-for forgiving my daughter for throwing that stone that first day! LOL

My first blog.

Life is funny. I don't know why I am starting this blog; but I am. We'll see how it goes. If anything, it'll give me some time away from the kids and my mind some escape time. I was a good student, could have went far in life. College bound. Decided I wanted to have kids and get married. That was my goal in life. Needless to say, living happily ever after didn't happen. Ended up divorced. No father in my kids lives. Have never been unemployed, worked every day of my life, but have nothing to show for it. Poor as poor. But, I have 3 great kids. We live a very christian centered life. My needs are met. And isn't that all that matters? I am a good mother, I am a good person. I care about people. I care about life. I love God and am blessed. So, today I begin my blogging. If even just for myself....