An Emotional Week

I am having a hard time writing this post. I know why. Several people worked very very hard to get our school budget passed. However, it seems several worked very hard for it not to pass. I have said everyone has the right to his or her opinion, but find out the facts. How can people make phone calls telling whomever is on the other line not to vote for a budget? How can they do this without knowing the facts? Where were these people when several meetings were had regarding the budget? How can someone drive his truck into a person! In 28 years of living here names I have never heard of are coming up. I pride myself in getting involved. I pride myself saying "I was put on this Earth to do Jesus' work and I try to do a little each and every day." I pride myself in giving as much of myself as I can and I work hard doing so. But not for me! I do it for the children! I care about the children! I do not care how old they are, or what they look like. I was a child that was neglected and abused. I know what that feels like. I always swore I would give back and believe me I do. I am not trying to ring my own bell, I am just trying to understand why on Earth others don't at least try to do something. A horrible tragedy happened this week. I have thought and prayed for all of the people involved. I pray for the soldiers and their families. I will keep on praying. I will not give up for someday I am sure that there will be a change. The wait makes us stronger. I am angry now. I have to deal with that as I know babies will not stop being born, therefore schools will always have children in them, and I will always be a backer of all children.
God Bless the Children for They Are Our Future.

It's Raining, It's pouring...hmm

It's raining, It's pouring the old man is snoring... Remember the song? We would sing it all the time thinking that by singing the rain would just stop. ha ha How naive we were as children. Is it the same today? Not here. Maybe there? Remember the thoughts if only we could keep them little? They grow. Hopefully remembering what was instilled in them. :)

B I N G O

B I N G O When you hear it, what do you think about? The game or the song? The song is something you most likely learned as a child. It brought a smile to your face as you challenged your mind to sing the song correctly. BINGO the game is also something you probably played while a child. It also challenged you, especially if you were playing more than one card at a time. I was challenged as an adult last night. I never ever knew that there were so many ways to play BINGO!!! My friend invited me to go play BINGO. If you know me, then you know I suffer anxiety on the drop of a hat. First there was a few hundred people, then there was a sheet of paper. The paper told us we were playing eight games, with winnings from $400 to $3000. Next the TYPE of games were listed. Ohhhhh my my. Goal post, Single, Double Bingo, Four Corners, "T", Single again, Six pack w/ a corner ancor, and last but not least for the $3000, Cover All. I was 3 away from winning this. STRESS! STRESS! STRESS! It was so hard! But I LOVED IT! Thank you for the fun my friend. :)

Real Mom's

1. Real moms turn into horrible creatures if anyone hurts their children, no matter the age of
their children.
2. Real moms have arms and shoulders for all their childrens friends.
3. Real moms always make their child’s favorite meal on their birthday.
4. Real moms will always worry.
5. Real moms repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. Did I say repeat?
6. Real moms will always say “When you are a parent…”
7. Real moms have all the favorite character bandaids.
8. Real moms know how to make a triangle, star, or heart peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
9. Real moms let you have flour fights while baking.
10. Real moms let you cry and talk without putting in their two cents.
11. Real moms are always there.
And on and on and on.