Freedom Day

SO much fun. Met with family, had great barbecue, and let the boys go swim crazy. Watched some great fireworks in Southlake, and went on a sweet date with the hubby. Special thanks to Gigi and Pawpaw for wrastlin' with the little rugrats over the weekend so Momma and Daddy could get some much needed rest!

Vanessa Swarovski Peidra Photo Shoot

Twas eight in the morning, and all through the garden, people sweating like pigs... especially the "BRIDE!"
A good friend insisted I help with the portfolio for the new Bridal Line for VSP. I thought it would be fun. I would get to play dress up, and never intended on being a bride again! Met some great people, got to make kissy faces at a male model, and had a blast, even if it WAS 108 degrees in the morning! Here are just a few of the 84 final photos. If you would like to view the album- www.sillyheads.com - go to Client Viewing, password is VSP. We are on her main home page as well as her blog.

The Constitution, Morals?....What's THAT???

It's sad that we have lost focus on what our country was founded on, and half the country is focused on only one small part of it: what they are "entitled" to: Freedom. It seems the term's definition has conveniently broadened. It's freedom for whatever they are doing at the time. But in the end, what is the price for the "freedom" they are so vulgarly "entitled" to? Their definition freedom is a mere decision to avoid all responsibility and accountability for things were never meant to be incorporated into the word "freedom."

It's sad and disgusting how people will compromise themselves, everything that every fiber of their being tells them is wrong, for a golf clap, or a temporary pat on the back.

It's sad how people confuse morals and values (forget intuition, or instinct!) with "human rights."

It's sad how "human rights" are more important than morals and values, because of human fueled fear.

I am disgusted...

I don't care if I am accepted. I know what is right and wrong, by God's book alone I stand, and I don't care if it makes an American angry, or they try and take away my "crown" because of a "wrong answer" in the pageant... THANK GOD for someone who will admit and stand for their morals and values, even when they aren't the majority vote.

I have morals, and values, and I can see a distinct difference between them, and today's "freedom" and "human rights." I have instinct, and a "gut feeling," and know when something isn't right. I have to wonder if people compromise, or forget, or just plain ignore these things for fear of being an "unacceptable" human.

That doesn't matter to me. He is the one I answer to in the end, and I will be happy to say that I did my best at accepting EVERY human for who they are, and never condemned, (We are all equal, bust most of us don't see it that way, especially when it comes to the unborn, like they are any different...), meanwhile never compromising His name, and what I know to be true.

It's been a looong time a'comin!!

I am now at home. My two boys are growing up right in front of my very eyes, (for the moment.) I have enjoyed this time at home, and when I asked the good Lord for a sabbatical, boy did he really give it to me!
Lesson Learned: Be VERY specific when you talk to God. I mean REALLY...
It's been nice, payed up until a few weeks ago, then received severance, and submitting unemployment forms and a thousand resumes a day, (to people that are hiring, but are trying to cut rate on compensation to take advantage of people doing anything for a job!)
That's not fair... (guess I would do it to though, take advantage of supply and demand!)
I have caught up on household duties, and chores, and cooked dinner almost every night, and really became the domestic diva. But I AIN'T GETTIN COMFY!!!
I am a workin' girl, and boy does my patience show it with my sweet, darling, wonderful little 3 year old ( Mr. Know it all-ready) and my 19 month old (Mr. Screamin' Meme, defiant little bottomless tank.) I mean, somebody ain't going to make it around here! I gotta get back to civilization, the corporate politics, and real live ADULT time!
I am singing Barney, and Cars and every other little cartoon out there! Blown enough bubbles, raced enough race cars, gotten enough Play-Doh stuck in the carpets, and made enough Mac N Cheese and hotdogs to feed an army!
BUT, it's been nice... ahem...

Rookie Skiier

So we got a free trip to Colorado for the family. WE are having a blast. Made our first snowman, threw snowballs at eachother, and will be going tubing tonight. It was my first time skiing... and boy did I make it memorable. The bunny slopes whooped my tail. I was going strait down (on accident) and was trying to turn, and stop... and my skiis overlap and I 360 down the bunny slope! IT was the funniest thing, Donny and I were laughing so hard. Then I fell again... yes... again! This time I revisited a childhood injury. Hurt my knee. So bad I had to take off the skiis and walk the rest of the way down. It didn't hurt, but it was floppy. You can't ski on a floppy knee. So now I sit. Knee elevated, on the leather sofa watching all the happy skiiers and snowboarders go by. Oh well, it was awesome, and I am going to do it again! This is a good excuse for the hot tub though...

Another Victim of the ever failing economy...

Yes, I am talking about me. I had an amazing position at a Fortune 500 company. I wasn't EVER leaving that place. Dream job.
Then it happened... to me.
They say it was because I didn't have seniority, or "bumping rights." It sucks to get into a company you started to call home, and have to leave a year later.
I was just telling one of my three supervisors that day that it seems like a fantasy to get to stay at a company for longer than 5 years now days. I must have been misguided to think that you could get in a position, and stay there as long as you wanted, and would literally have to die to get out of. But if there were any place to do so, this was it.
SO much to my (and my supervisor's I might add...) surprise when the HR rep came my way.
I had just finished temping in my counterpart's place two weeks ago. I was supporting not only my 3 supervisors, but her 2 as well, who just so happened to be my supervisor's boss. I did it for 6 weeks, and I did AWESOME! I loved every minute of it, and worked my little heart out on the 5 of them, and the projects they threw my way.
So my supervisor's boss was the one who had to do it. He is a strong Italian man, and didn't like emotions. Didn't like them meaning that you got whatever you wanted or needed out of him, as long as he didn't have to see you cry. Ha...
So he, the HR rep, and I had a seat in the boss' office. I was heaving so hard I couldn’t' barely think, and the boss asked all pertinent questions since his quick intuition told him I could speak. Then the HR rep left, and the boss almost broke down. He excused himself to go notify my supervisors of the past 10 minutes.
I was escorted to my car, and that was it. A good friend packed my things for me, and brought them home, and I saw one of the girls on the way out, bawling, telling me she was so sorry. I couldn't acknowledge her, or I would have made a fool of myself. I was completely broadsided by the current situation. When they rumored the layoffs could be defined around seniority, I figured it was the people that were costing them WAAAY more than me. Boy was I wrong.
So, no hard feeling, just looking forward to the future. Hopefully I can get into something that blows this seemingly amazing, perfect, great paying career out of the water. God always has a BETTER plan right?
SO, here is my pitch. I have an awesome resume. I have some major skills. I have blunted the launch of a major competitor product, blowing our sales out of the water, spearheaded many organizational projects, and helped these guys travel all around the world and kept them safe and sound in swanky places, and kept MDs from getting left behind in Chicago when they had a surgery in 4 hours in San Fran. I have accomplished a lot, and my resume shows it... now I just need another place to thrive.

It finally happened, now it's time to take 'em out!!!

So in relaxing, and watching my first 10 minutes of television yesterday, he did it. Jory finally said the unmentionable. Daddy and Jory all cuddled up on the sofa, and me by their side, Daddy mentions that he can see Jory's hiney, (that is a butt to all of us over the age of 5.) Then Jory says, and I quote,

"Jory has a small hiney?" Daddy replies yes.

"Hudson have a small hiney?" (Hud is little brother...) Daddy replies yes.

"Daddy have a big hiney?" Daddy replies yes again.

...THEN Jory's eyes shift to me. I give him a preemtive "Don't you dare say it," and Daddy can not control his laughing from the inevitable words about to come from our two year old's mouth. So, every time he attempts to say ANYTHING, I inform him that he should not say what he is thinking. Well, with Daddy hardly able to control his giddiness over what his son has just learned, Jory thinks we are playing. (Not to mention that at this time, I was snickering a bit as well...)

Well, it FINALLY comes out. But this time, since we have been playing, Jory thinks it's even more fun to say...

"Mommy got a BIIIIIGGGGGG hiney!"

You should have heard the emphasis on the word BIG. We were crying. Not to mention, this is something I am sure my sweet husband has thought so many times, and never gotten to say. Talk about living vicariously through your children. And that Jory repeated it 5 more times, which now had my husband inconsolable!

And I thought I was doing good, eating right, not eating after 7pm, and running my butt off. Well, obviously not enough of it.

I will be asking my sitter if he said she had a big butt today.... oh the perils of toddler-hood.

*Warning Warning Warning* Emo Blog coming your way

Ugh, I have to get it OOUUUUTTTT!!! This week has been so tough on me. I have been dealing with more than my fair share of emotional baggage the past few weeks, since Christmas, and I just need to get out for a bit I think. Finances suck. Suck, suck, suck. And like every other woman on the planet, what do I want to do when I get depressed. SHOP or EAT. And I shouldn't do either!

My high school friend's baby died exactly one week before his first Christmas. He was the third of three kids, two girls, 8 and 4, and him. The mother is a beautiful hispanic girl, tall, thin, dark skin and eyes, the girls look just like her. Daddy is tall, blone hair and blue eyes. They wanted a boy so bad, and when they had him, finally their wish had come true. Not to mention he looked just like daddy, BIG blue eyes, blonde hair, and full pouty lips. Poster child, beautiful boy. Gone. Right from her arms, she had to try and recesitate him, with no success. I could not imgagine the feelings. Then come to find out, they actually lived in the same apartment community that we do. She hasn't been back since, and will be moving due to this. I do not blame her a bit.
http://www.kellercitizen.com/101/story/11921.html

http://setagive.blogspot.com/2009/01/from-my-daughtersuch-tragedy.html

On to other things, we be broker than a joke. We are trying to sell my husband's car for under a grand, and no one will buy it... still! Thanks to the crappy economy, no one is spending money, they are in the same boat as us. A guy from work responded to our internal classifieds, and said he would be there Wednesday to buy it, done deal, but stood us up. Stinker.... Selling an armoire as well, but once again, no one buying things that aren't necessities right now. At least no one around me is!

http://dallas.craigslist.org/ftw/cto/984418729.html

http://dallas.craigslist.org/ftw/fuo/1000393854.html

THEN, I am working my tail off, supporting 7 people in my office, because my counterpart is out on Short Term Disability, and decided to take an extra week. Meetings coming up mean extra support. Normally I support 3, so it's double the work for me! But I am doing awesome, showing what I am capeable of. And whooping some tail doing it! I am just tired. Sad, lonely, and tired.

Thought I would watch a little television last night to take my mind off of things. Just to watch a show about FBI stuff, and see a girl hang herself. One of my best guy friends just did this a year ago. To see it re-inacted in a film shot me into a whirlwind of emotion, and I had to get out. I went running. I ran my ass off, I am still so pissed that he did it, and so confused, and hurt that he couldn't come to me. I don't know if or when someone gets over something like this...

So, it's been rough. I have loved on my babies a bit more due to my friend not being able to love on hers. I have taken longer showers just to sit and think. I have eaten nothing, or left- over cassarole for the past week strait, and couldn't look at another egg noodle if I HAD to because I would rather put a diaper on my baby's bottom than to feed my face. I have ran my ass off on the treadmill to get my aggression out a little. But it's still here, and I need another outlet. I need to get away... MOMMA I'M COMIN HOME! I think a good sit out on the dam will do wonders for my wondering mind.

Take a hike

From the back fourty of our parking lot. Up on a hill.

Ran 10 minutes late today, that's it! And I had to walk from the boonies just to get near a door. The wind was cutting into my eyeballs, and my eyes and nose were running from the gusts from around the 3 towers, coming in every direction. INVEST IN A PARKING GARAGE!!!!!!!

VERY important structural meeting proceedures

Budget cuts are on the rise, and yet they MUST meet in Hawaii. I mean, it is only necessary to provide a completely stress free and accommodating atmosphere so they can meet, and converse, and strategize...

and golf, and snorkel, and dine on the oceanfront. Don't act like you don't know... I have seen pictures (and the bills!!!)

That's okay, I will sit here in Texas. It might be 30 degrees today, but it will be 80 in a day or two! (I am NOT jealous...)