tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87274331260184199182024-09-04T06:42:33.286-04:00One womans quest to find peace in her chaotic life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8727433126018419918.post-54640223490995736262012-06-04T04:08:00.001-04:002012-12-22T13:39:31.506-05:00

Well my daughter, Kady has graduated college! It seems like yesterday when I held her in my arms for the first time. She gets so mad at me when I say that after every one of her accomplishments! It's so hard to explain to her how she will always be my baby. That tiny bundle of joy that I fell in love with the first time I looked into those beautiful eyes.I am a very mushy person. I cry over

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I have been an Oprah Life Class junkie! I even have the journal that she sent out for signing up early. A few weeks ago she had Iyanla Vanzant as a speaker on the class. Iyana spoke about changing your story and creating a new story. Well it was like getting hit in the head with a brick! That was me! Always telling all my trials and troubles to who would ever listen! Living in my past pains and

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Every time I hear that song I wonder how can I be happy?  How can I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face and not a thought of my bills and no money and up coming student loans and a car that is about to give out on me. I keep seeing no way off of this terrible merry go round that is making me sick. A few weeks ago it hit me, one of those "a ha moments" that Oprah talks about. I

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I know  haven't blogged in about a year.  To be honest I just haven't felt like it. After the death of Kevin things in my life just kept getting more depressing. My job was giving me less hours and I couldn't meet my bills. Thank God for tax returns. And the universe came through for me once again by giving me enough to get caught up for a while. It's not like I have all these out

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This post is mainly a plee to be there for a mother who lost her son this week.  I received a text on January 6th at 7:45 am from my first love. It read, "Kevin died in a car accident last nite, please pray for mom". I have known this family since I was 12 years old. I won't really get into the first love part of the story except that we are friends but he lives out of state with his wife

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If you have every watched the movie of the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, (the one with Jim Carrey) you will know what I'm talking about in this post. This is how I feel every Christmas. Little Cindy Lou Whoo keeps trying to figure out what Christmas is all about. She watches everyone around her running around to buy truckloads of gifts and throw up as many decorations as they

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Everyone has at one time or another talked about what they would do if they won the lottery. Well of course I am no different. I use to always say that if a bag of money fell in front of me I would with in a matter of hours be on the next plane to Santa Barbara, California. As I have gotten older and having a mother who needs me I would stick around NJ until a later time. Well with that in mind

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I hate to admit this to all of you but I am a smoker. I know it's a disgusting habit! I started smoking at 14 years old and I am going to be 50 on January 29th, so I've been smoking for 36 years. OMG! That does sound horrible! Well the reason I am telling you this because about 3 years ago when I was in San Diego I came across a kiosk that had the electronic cigarettes. I, of course had to

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On the 22 of November I had to pick up my daughter at the Philadelphia Airport. Nothing really new, I have been driving to and from the airport alot in the past several years. This time once I had gotten off the expressway and ontoFront Street I stopped at the light and saw this homeless woman on the corner. There have been people with signs there in the past but I really didn't pay 

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 May was the last time I sat down to blog. On May 22nd Kady came home from college with a girlfriend for a week. Everything was great. My baby girl was home, she had her friend here for a week and we got to show her the sites of Atlantic City and she met all Kady's friends. They even got to go up to NYC to for a little overnight trip. Well then everything went downhill from

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The other day at work we got in these stitcheries. Most of them had sweet little comments like home sweet home or home is where the love is, etc. There is one in particular that I just loved. With Mothers Day just around the corner I thought I would share it with all of you. Me, being a mother of a 20 year old young lady I have hit everyone of these sayings. It funny I remember all of

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Today I set off on a mission to reorganize my room. I moved in with my mother and brother when Kady went off to college. Going from a 2 bedroom townhome to a bedroom is not an easy task. Over the past two years I have tried to make my room as homie as I could since I spend alot of time there. All the furniture that is in here is my mothers. There is no closet in my room. I can't remember why but

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When I was younger, pre mommie hood, and I got depressed or just even felt ho hum I use to cheer myself up with going to Pier Imports. Now don't laugh, something about that store would always change my mood. I didn't necessarily have to buy anything, just walking around there for an hour looking at every little goodie would change my day. I know that sounds silly but it really did. Then if I

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First of all I promised pictures of my spring cleaning well here they are.I told you that it looked like a bomb went off in my room! I discovered I have a weird addiction to face creams. I had so many premature aging creams that I never used. When going through all these I decided to throw them out and start again but this time use one until it's gone. I'll let you know

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Today I started to go through some of my clothes and beauty products. The next thing you know my room looked like a bomb went off in it. As soon as I can find the cord to the camera in this mess I'll down load the pictures. I already knew that I was in desperate need of clothes. What I found was I have quite a number of tee shirts but no jeans or shorts. Also, I have not one

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Hi Everybody. Hope everyone is well. I know I haven't been blogging, but I needed some time to do some soul searching. I hit 49 years old this year and I looked in the mirror and realized that the woman looking back at me wasn't someone I knew. It was this woman who was definately older than I was. That just couldn't be me.   I kept promising myself that I was going to work on this but

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I know I haven't written in so long and I am so sorry. As of November 2nd I started back to college online. Between school and work I haven't had time to breath. I know that I still have to award people with my awards and hopefully I will in the next two weeks. The reason I made it a point to write tonight. As I drove up our street tonight I saw my neighbor across the street put up their

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When I got off work tonight and drove home I realized that I did not see one child in a costume today. I saw plenty of adults. I especially saw quite a few younger women in costumes that should have been more for the bedroom then in public. But no little children. As I drove onto our street I wondered where all the children were that usually crowded the sidewalks of our block. Not one child in

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Yesterday for some strange reason I was very down in the dumps. I can't explain why, I just was. I felt like I can't seem to get my life together. Maybe it was that I have this trivial little job that pays no money and I always seem to be short at the end of the week. Maybe it's because I have to start back to college on monday and I really don't want to. I have no choice or I have

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My day started out absolutely wonderful. I got up to watch the meteor shower. Then stayed up to watch the sunrise. Years ago, I watched these beautiful sites with my mother and my daughter. Now I had to go it alone. My mom wouldn't understand why I would wake her up in the middle of the night to go outside. Then,  my daughter is at college. She claimed she was going to watch it too. I

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The last few weeks my daughter has been calling and texting me with all kinds of adventures and meltdowns going on in her life at college.  The first meltdown was our cell phone was turned off due to the bill being late. Yes, I didn't pay the cell phone bill ! For several years the cell phone company and I have had this love hate relationship! They love me because they see a woman with a

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Tonight I went on one of my favorite sites, etsy.com. About 7 years ago I started making jewelry to prove a point to my daughter that half the jewelry she wanted (due to the name attached to it) was way to expensive. I could probably make her some of the pieces similar to it for a lot less. Here was the problem at the time, I was not a crafty person. So little old me went into a local craft store

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Today is my mothers 83rd birthday! Not that she even realized it. She is senile now and really has no idea of what day it is or what year it is. Lately, she has been pretty good at remembering that I am her daughter. There for a while she referred to me as the lady that lived upstairs. For some odd reason she has thought that there is other people that live here too. Other than my brother and

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Let's see how do I start to explain what it means to be me. In one word... hard. At least in the last several years. That's the reason for this blog. I thought that if I write about my daily activities, complaints and thoughts it might make others realize they are not alone out there. Maybe even give some inspiration to others. I know my story is not as bad as some have it. Actually I have a lot

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