the perfect equation...

rain + falling temps = SNOW!!!!!

where's your other half?

In line at a visitation this evening without Kevin, I assumed they were asking where he was and said he stayed home. Veronica had to explain they meant "my other half"...haven't lost as much as I'd like but apparently enough he didn't recognize me since he hasn't really seen me since the MPCC days of yore. And about that Turbo Jam. Kickin' my butt, it is. Why I used the enclosed tape measure to track promised progress is beyond me. Like I needed the realization my thighs are the size my waist used to be once upon another time. Still I pursue. Walking, walking, walking and jamming, jamming, jamming. Trying not to let the two pounds I gained in the process get the better of the half that's left of me...

"Our most basic instinct is not for survival but for family. Most of us would give our own life for the survival of a family member, yet we lead our daily life too often as if we take our family for granted."- Paul Pearshall

Here's to not taking them for granted. Happy Thanksgiving....

I never know when I'll hear it. Might be in the middle of something, might be knee-deep in nothing, but when it rings my heart leaps. Sometimes I even squeal. Partially because of her ringtone [When You Call On Jesus, which I'd rather hear her sing than Nicole any day...] but mostly because I know her voice is on the other side of that call. When she pops in at work and I look up to see her standing there I'm like a kid on Christmas morning. I asked God the other day if it was okay to love her as much as I do. If He's jealous of my love for her. If He searches the deep places to find she's in His spot...

There's a 37-year-old father in Tennessee arrested in September for controlling his two teenage daughters with dog shock collars and raping them for years.

I can not get my mind around that kind of darkness. That kind of brokenness. But I do have my answer. I don't love my daughter more than I love Him. I love my daughter because of Him. She is His constant blessing on my life. She is His promise to put all things right and a little glimpse into His love for me...

Not that He didn't find an idol or two but it wasn't her. My love for this sweet girl not only honors Him, could I even say worships Him, but may well be the closest thing to His unconditional love in my heart.

She had me at the snuggle. She nosed her way up to my neck and settled in. There had to be 100 of them at the expo- all yippin' and jumpin' except for the few who managed to sleep through the commotion. But this one wasn't one of them, she just seemed intent on stealing my heart. Unfortunately she stole mine and left Kevin's in the dust. Even though he sadistically suggested I look at the puppies in the Fish Depot at the mall the night before. (I know, I didn't think the Fish Depot had puppies either...and sure wasn't in the market for either at the time...HE took me in there.) I was just looking for something to entertain the nephews after breakfast Saturday morning and suggested we go to the relocated Pet Center since he opened the whole puppy door and led me through it. They didn't even have puppies. So he starts handing me all these books on dog breeds. Suggesting ones that might be of the smaller variety. Why, I ask you. Is this the behavior of an insensitive clod who 60 minutes later would make me exit the expo without my baby? He's the one who asked the salesgirl if they had puppies. She sent us to the expo. And he said he had never entertained the slightest intention of letting me get a puppy. So now, I pine. I pout. There's a sweet little cocker spaniel feeling abandoned in a cage of rambunctious puppies who can't figure out why I broke her little heart. And I can't figure out why he took me into that stupid Fish Depot. I wasn't even thinking about having a dog and now I can't get it off my mind. Shame on you Kevin Nobis. Dog hater. Tease. Dream stomper. Shame on you. I'm not gonna play with you at recess for a month. I'll sit with you at lunch but I'm gonna glare at you the whole time. You're in the dog house big time...

3 easy payments...

Try not to trip on the fact that I got sucked into an infomercial and ordered Turbo Jam this afternoon. Trip instead on this: The lady manning the phone placed my order & took my specifics but was required to finish her spiel before my final processing. I politely kept declining the but waits and special offers but short of hanging up without my lose ten pounds and ten inches in ten days guarantee I couldn't get the gal to stop. So I listened to her finish her script but it was all I could do not to giggle when this lady read with zero passion or inflection, phrases about my promised lean, sexy abs and shaking my booty. She said sexy and booty. Well actually, she read sexy and booty to me. Over the phone. That's funny stuff. Not half as funny as the picture of me actually shaking my booty or entertaining the notion I could actually ever have lean sexy abs, but funny none the less...