once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted a boyfriend. a boy asked her out in the hallway of their high school right before Christmas break when she was 16. they went out. they went to the movies. they went out again. they went to dinner. movies, dinner, basketball games, football games, more movies & dinner…and as of tonight, they have gone out easily 42,789 more times. there are alot of dinners and “going out” in the 24 years and 4 months they have known each other, but tonight was a special occasion as it marked the 22 time they looked back at the night they said ‘i do’.

here’s to the boy who asked the girl out. thanks for asking!!!


according to http://www.dictionary.com, trust is defined as:


reliance on the integrity, strength, ability, surety, etc., of aperson or thing; confidence.

confident expectation of something; hope.

confidence in the certainty of future payment for property orgoods received; credit: to sell merchandise on trust.

–verb (used without object)


to rely upon or place confidence in someone or something(usually followed by in or to ): to trust in another’s honesty;trusting to luck.

to have confidence; hope: Things work out if one onlytrusts.

to sell merchandise on credit.
–verb (used with object)


to have trust or confidence in; rely or depend on.

to believe.

to expect confidently; hope (usually followed by a clause orinfinitive as object): trusting the job would soon be finished;trusting to find oil on the land.

Today, I participated in a staff retreat with my co-workers in Oxen Hills, MD. During that retreat, one of the activities was one that demonstrated if we trusted those we work with. I had to step back and realize that I only trusted one or two people who were in the same room with me. It was a sobering discovery.
For those who know me, you know that I LOVE my job. It’s challenging, no two days are ever the same, and it’s a job I can and do well. But it’s really bothered me that I have trouble trusting those who work with me.
I know why I don’t trust people. It’s as plain as the nose (and freckles) on my face. Isn’t identifying the problem all I need to do and I’ll be all fixed?? Apparently that is NOT the case. The real question becomes, how can I trust again?
There are 17459 different websites that offer relationship advice in “how to” trust again. After reading a few of them, I realize there was a common thread…go slowly. *sigh* You mean there isn’t a quick fix that I can do and instantly be fixed?? Apparently NOT.
My wise friend Robin said, “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.” A very true statement, one that I’ve lived by for years. However, since this is the second time the betrayal has happened, I’ve found a little better one to live by, “fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me thrice, you’ll pay the price.” To me that means something very different than one might envision when reading it. The only way to manage this type of betrayal (because I can’t cut this person out of my life) is to handle it the way I was brought up to handle it…Biblically. In Romans, we’re told to feed our enemy, we’re told to give our enemy something to drink…in other words, HELP them, be kind to them…and by so doing we will heap burning coals upon his head.
20 On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.”
Now Paul isn’t talking about literal burning rocks, but more of the emotional discomfort your enemy will feel when their conscience is awakened at their actions and conduct toward you. it’s not easy, but it MUST be done.
So…I try again. I seek out co-workers look to be trustworthy and begin very slowly building relationships with them…little bit at a time…so that when the time comes, the trust has already been established.

a celebration of life

today is a day of celebration. today is a day of rejoicing. not of tears or sadness, but of joy!! today, 12 years ago my sister passed from this life to her heavenly home and while that is reason enough to celebrate, that’s not while I celebrate today. Today i celebrate her life.

Born November 10, 1956 in Manitoba, Winnipeg, Canada she had a full and rich life even if hard at times. She saw most of this great nation and lived in states I could only dream of living in. She was pregnant 10 times, and had 7 wonderful children. She currently has 15 grandchildren. She had a temper. She believed in doing things…not just talking about them or considering them, but actually doing them. She taught me very valuable lessons that she lived and because of her experience I’ve never repeated.
today I celebrate her life and the little tiny bit of the legacy she left behind that I get to be apart of daily. i’m thankful for the niece she named after me and that she still lives close to me. i’m thankful for the grandchildren of hers that i get to see frequently. these are little pieces of her that i get to see, daily…that remind me of her. and for that, today, i’m thankful!!

alligator hands

Another wonderful thing of being Worlds Greatest Mom now includes being “uncool”. I don’t mind. I wasn’t cool when i was 12 so why would it surprise me that i’m not cool now??

Music has always been very important in our house. I play piano, Jay plays trumpet and Jason used to sing. I’ve listened to all genre’s of music, but admittedly I’m a country girl at heart. I go to country concerts (attending my 7th Kenny Chesney concert in 2 weeks) and have my absolute favorites. Now, don’t get me wrong…I don’t believe in “genres” per se. I love anything from Lady Gaga to Willie Nelson…for me, it’s either good music or bad music. So the fact that my son likes only pop music isn’t a really big deal for me. The other day as I was attempting to sing along with my son in the truck to the song “Bad Romance” by Lady Gaga I evidently couldn’t sing without moving my hands in an “alligator” fashion. So not only can I not get the words right (what the heck is ro-ma-ro-ma-ma anyways?) I have the alligator hands to live with now. Luckily now, Worlds Cutest 6th Grader just shakes his head and laughs when I start singing with the alligator hands a flapping!!