Life will Move on, Love Yourself & Others Will Too

I wish I may, I wish I might

Have this dream I dream tonight

Full of laughter, Full of love

With a white flying dove

Life is simple, so they say

Smiles and laughter fill each day

Til a storm cloud looms above

And there goes that white dove

Falling down, down, down

No one is around.

Life is what you make it

Life will move on, and so will you

Love yourself and others will too!

 Life will Move on, Love Yourself & Others Will Too

When His Eyes Met Hers

They were passing each other at a local gas station, the man was going in and the female was going out. As they walked by each other their eyes met up, just a glimpse into each others eyes left the man wondering more about this woman. What about this woman’s eyes captured this man’s interest, she wasn’t sure, but she was glad he showed an interest. The woman was so stricken by this man’s eyes that she had to learn more about him too.

Later on they became friends, talking on the phone for hours on end. The conversations were held strong for a minimum of two hours in length. They dreamed of being together, spending time smiling and laughing together, but for now they were limited to simple conversations that each looked forward to by end of day.

Young Love When His Eyes Met Hers

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As the conversations went on and the interest in each other grew, they went out on a date. This man and woman enjoyed holding hands, smiling and laughing on the long drive to the restaurant, they were falling in love but neither realized that until a few months later. Dating lasted about six months before they resided together, and three months passed before they knew they wanted to be married.

True love doesn’t take time, so they say, others may disagree, however, this man and woman were convinced they had what it took to last forever. Don’t they all? In the beginning it’s sugar and kisses, as life turns the page and children are born, bills pile up and bad decisions are made, the strength of two can only last so long when the communication fails. The one thing that allowed this man and woman to fall in love had disappeared.

The courtship lasted for what seemed like such a long time to this man and woman, after all it was a year before they wed. Love at first sight. Soul mates. So they said, but what two people say and what two people do rarely collide along the long path we call life. So this man and woman’s story came to an end, but it wasn’t a total disaster, they still cared deeply for each other. They still had a pretty decent friendship. They tried and tried, but something was missing.

Could the late night conversations full of laughter and smiles have been missing? Could it be simply put that too much was put in the way of them finding their way again? Deceit. Confusion. Anger. Bitterness. Exhaustion. Or maybe, just maybe, these were two people who brought love into each others lives for a reason, a reason neither may understand in the moment but years later “get”. Who knows, but what was known is that the first year of this couples lives sounded to be perfect bliss that both would love to relive, even if just in a dream for one moment.

Just Bring it On, Why Torture me?

The first sign is the emotional roller coaster ride my brain goes on. The ups and downs. Every little thing starts to seem like some huge issue. The kids being their normal selves starts to get under my skin quicker.

My voice tends to be louder and I have little patience for anything other than perfect order. Life is not perfect. Life with kids is certainly never in order and always full of adventures.

having a Period Sucks Just Bring it On, Why Torture me?

Then the dull cramping comes, which lasts for a week. One whole week, if I am lucky, sometimes it’s two weeks, of cramping, mood swings and torture! I often scream “just take my girly parts” I don’t want to have the girly parts anymore. The parts that bring on this non friend of the month. Every three-four weeks this non friends visits me but first, for 1-2 weeks it brings on torture like no other.

Man, I like a little pain but this is insane….. why can men not have this non friend visit them? Just Bring it On, Why Torture me?


When I Write My Day in a Text

When I turn my cell on in the morning, chances are a handful, okay less than a handful, of people will be asking “what ya doing today?”. After I reply I realize that my day looks a tad bit insane more often than not and that maybe they didn’t need every last detail down to when I might enjoy a nice HOT shower to breath that day.

What’s up?

Not much just getting ready to get three kids ready for school. Drop one to one school, another to the other school. Bring the lil man to his Dad’s.

… next text…

Then rush home, shower, do some laundry & dishes in between writing blog posts, articles and invoicing people.

… Busy Bee says the friend(s) ..

Sure of course. But it sounds so much more crazy in text, really I just wing right through it.


Now on a good day I normally will be like running errands so one day this is what I would have text, with a continuously long text message;

Dropping kids to school. Dropping lil man to his Dads. Running to bank for cash flow. Heading to next town over to pay a couple of bills. Running 45 minutes (driving) to pay another bill. Then back home to throw laundry in. Do some dishes. Sit in office, do some writing, invoice some people. Transfer money.

Then off to pre-k drop off for the lil man where I will meet up with him and his Dad because K-man enjoys Mama coming if she can on that day. Then back home to get an hour and a half of work and household chores in. Unless it’s mid or end week – then maybe going grocery shopping while lil one is in pre-k.

Then back down to the schools to pick up all three kids and home to start dishes, dinner and bedtime routine.


There is no routine, no schedule and no rest when you are a work at home mom without a normal 9-5 type schedule for work, but I LOVE my life and I LOVE the fast pace lifestyle I live because there are days where it’s not so fast paced and writing is my therapy so being able to “work” really means therapy and release of the thoughts in my mind.

I love my life, in the words of the four year old and ten year old, “for reals”!

I bet the UPS guy wishes he remembered not to ask me the ole “how are you today” question too icon wink When I Write My Day in a Text That’s another story for another day …

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