May 12, 2009
May 9, 2009
This is a special post dedicated to someone very special. This wonderful woman suffered through nine months of pregnancy and nausea, just to have my ripped from her womb at the end of it all. She has gone through 25 years of getting up in the middle of the night with crying babies, of changing dirty diapers, and cleaning up vomit. She has stayed up late waiting for her kids to come back from a date or a night out with friends. She has suffered the loss of them all leaving for college, and the distress of them all coming back to the house. :) She has endured long phone calls with a crying daughter, and ungrateful children at times.
She might have thought that everything she did went unnoticed. Well, Mom, I'm here to tell you that it didn't. I might not have said it at the time, but thanks for what you've done. You (and Dad, but it's not his day yet) are the reason that I'm who I am. And I mean that in a good way. :) You taught me how to cook, to clean, to pack my own lunches, and to do my laundry. I appreciate every time you listened to your over emotional daughter make a bigger deal out of everything than was probably necessary. What would I have done without your wisdom, your love, and your great hugs? Never doubt that you didn't raise us to be the best people that we could ever be. I only hope I can raise my children half as well as you did.
I love you, Mommy.
May 2, 2009
I have lost my faith in the purpose of Women's Conference. Instead of being uplifting, they apparently teach the women how to be rude and yell at student employees who work at small grocery stores and are just trying to do their jobs.
I don't think I will ever go to Women's Conference.
I have also lost my faith in middle-aged women. Only one in 30 are kind. I hope I'm the one when I get to that age.