Today was blah...
I feel ill, and so does the baby boy.
Spent 1 1/2 hour in the doctor office...screaming son in isloated room with no toys.....he made lots of noise.
I wonder if it could be that last week and for weeks before there was 70 degree weather....and now we are lucky to see 60...most mornings this week have been 30....where did the sun go?

I am all for variety and really don't want to see lots of 90 degree days...but this is ridiculous. I finally bought some super dooper lights and lit up the house....blew a fuse or 2 but it was good while it lasted.

Today I could have slept all day But then I feel like a Zombie! And daylight savings time is truly overrated!

In Indiana we have not observed daylight savings time ever...at least not that i remember. But this year our local government decided we would...then they couldn't decide what time zone to be in...so we are split....My uncle who lives in the northern part of the state is on a different time zone than I am. Supposedly it was good for business purposes...I do lots of business with people in other time zones..never seems to be an issue..so what does me having to change my time twice a year have to do with good business. I guess now we are just as annoyed as the rest of the country....I get the whole concept of having daylight for longer...I guess....but now I can't sleep and when I finally do get to sleep I don't want to get out of bed..I suppose about the time I get use to it ....it will be time to change back again.

Smoking bans....
Bans on prayer in school....
Change your clock back now change it forward (or vice versa...I forget)
Guess I vote for something....
But I don't remember any of this being topics of discussion...before the election!

Any way not cheery..and I don't like it but
Have a blessed day anyway = )
Kwick

God says to me with a kind of smile,
"Hey how would you like to be God awhile
And steer the world?"
"Okay," says I, "I'll give it a try.
Where do I set?
How much do I get?
What time is lunch?
When can I quit?"
"Gimme back that wheel," says God.
"I don't think you're quite ready yet."

Kids are funny...or may adults are funny. At Pee Wee baseball practice this evening...the kids were having a blast. Some parents were annoyed...some laughed the kids just kept being kids.
One little boy walked the bases...V E R Y S L O W L Y. He was just fine doing this. Even the coaches had to laugh. Didn't even phase him when the ball made it to first base before he did.
Another little boy threw his helmet off every time he ran the bases...said he wanted to do that like all the COOL guys do.
Another boy (mine) dives every time the ball is hit. It doesn't matter if it is hit in his direction or not he is diving for it. I think it is kinda cute...but may be troublesome during the regular season. He will probably get trampled a few times before he decides it is not such a hot idea to dive in front of someone who is running for a ball of even running bases.
The whole thing is hilarious....except the parents. They have a coach actually 3...but parents bark orders from the sidelines and the kids stop what they are doing...mostly...like they have been programmed at the sound of a parents voice.
I don't say too much...a Good Job every now and again...and a RUN RUN RUN after he hits the ball. But my son doesn't really pay too much attention either way. He is having too much fun...filling his mitt with dirt Some parents look at me funny...maybe in my head...when he dives for the ball that is all the way across the field from where he is. I just laugh...he rolls and sometimes actually gets the ball. I figure he is only a kid once and he may as well have fun while he can. I hope he doesn't grow up too fast.
I can't hit a ball most of the time and very rarely catch one...so who am I to tell him how to play baseball. One mother said her son was only playing for the trophy....my son doesn't even know he gets a trophy. The love of the game...the love of fun...that is what it should be about. He may grow up to play ball ... and he may just have memories of playing ball when he was a kid. Either way I hope he has a blast...and gets very dirty and lots of grass stains in the process...these are the things that life is made of.
I have always had the opinion that the dirtier a kid gets the more fun he is having.
Until next time...have fun...even get a little dirty
Have a grateful blessed day!
Kwick

So today was a beautiful day! Found lots of new quotes and revisited some old favorite poems! Always makes me feel beautiful to find empowering words!

When you get through one of those days that just seems like a whirl wind and still feel like you have accomplished something...for me I probably actually have.

I helped my mother today and in turn helped myself. That is always a wonderful thing.There was a time when i would not have helped her even if it would have helped me...and other times when I would only help her to my benefit. Today I helped her because I wanted to...but I still got to benefit. I got to see my mother shine! What an experience...to not try to steal someone's glory to step back and be a part of but not the center of. There are things in the past that will never be undone...but that is the past and I had to plant them. From that something beautiful grew. i can revisit the pain anytime i choose. Today was not one of those days!

My parents did the best they could with the information and abilities they had at the time. Under different circumstances things may have been different...but then i wouldn't be me. I love me most days...therefore I love them because they contributed to who I am. I can only pray that i do a little bit better than they did and my children do a little bit better than that.
Have a grateful blessed day all. Much love.
Kwick

Love this:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.