Monday, September 25, 2006

The Internet Police OR Bebo's Mother is Watching You

Bebo is one of the sweetest most responsible young people that I know. He is 13 years old about to turn 14. That being sad, he is not happy with me....not happy with me at all.

Bebo has a myspace profile. I asked for his password and he did not want to give it to me.

Do I believe he is hiding something from me? No I do not.

Do I think he is plotting to over throw the world? No I do not. (though, if he is and does, I am afraid that I may be beheaded).

Do I think that there are bad people out there that pose as teenagers? Oh yes I do.

Bebo is very responsible with our computer as far as I know. I do not have any reason to think that he is not. I tried to explain to Bebo that I totally trust him and that this is not a *him* thing. That did not go over well and, if I were 13 years old, I would not be buying it either. However, it really is not a *bebo* is a big wide world thing. A world filled with good people and bad people. At 43, it is hard for me to tell them apart at times. I do not want to let my son fall prey to some pervert on the internet when there was something...anything that I could have done to prevent it.

So, he gave me the password. He did not want to. I also have the password to his email account. Have I ever been in his email to poke or prod? No. If I were ever suspicous that there was a problem would I? Yes I would.

Before I got this job, I thought that the world was good and kind and that evil was always black.

Now I know better.

Perverts look like bankers, ice cream men, waitresses, preachers, day care workers and probation officers. They look just like you are me. If would be great if they all looked greasy and wore trench coats for ease of exposure but, they don't. We could look up and say *Oh look, a sex offender.*.

Now, we have the internet. It is sometimes hard for me to comprehend that the person that I am corresponding with may not REALLY be who they say they are. The net is so good at helping us to hide our identity. Do you weigh 250 lbs? Not on the can easily be a slim 125 lbs. Not as beautiful as Kate Hudson? You can be behind YOUR computer monitor.

So you will know that this is not one sided....I offered my passwords to Bebo. I have nothing to hide.

Am I being an overprotective mother bear?

So, how do you monitor the computer at your home? Do you have the passwords to your children's accounts?

Friday, September 22, 2006

This Ain't Like Dodgeball

I was always the last one picked at anything that resembled sports. But this...this is totally different. We will leave no one behind!!

Got this comment left on the blog yesterday from Anonymous:

**done these before and i always buy or make and have yet to get one thing! Hope you all have fun!!!**

I hope that did not happen to you in one of the swaps that I have hosted. In the past, when that has happened and I am aware of it,
Rachel and I have worked hard at getting a swap item out to the person that did not receive. These swaps are supposed to be fun and it is not fun when you do not get something in return. That is why we have to have some silly little rules such as:

**I will be sending you out an email with your partner and your partners email address on it.

**You need to get in touch with your partner and get their actual address.

**You may make or buy your bookmark.

**You may send as many bookmarks as you wish but you are only required to send out one.

**Send out date is on or before Friday, October 6th 2006.

**Please email me or leave a comment on my blog when you mail out your bookmark so I can keep track.

**Please email me or leave a comment on my blog when you receive your bookmark so I can keep track.

**If, for some reason, you need to pull out of the swap or cannot fulfill your duties as Miss America, just send me an email and let me know. Things happen and I totally understand.

**Please send me $100.00 in small unmarked bills.

This is the list of people and their partners!!

Rachel and Midlife Rookie

Babygator and Preacher Mom

David and Songbird

Mary Beth and Lorna

Flutterby and Annie

QG and Reverend Mommy

Yankee and Church Hopper

Cheesehead and Swandive

Patti and JWD

Knittin Preacher and Sally

Mindy and Cathy

Why does getting something in snail mail make me so excited?? Does that make me a dork to the second power?

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Get your paper and scissors ready....

Okay...there are 22 swappers signed up! I will be pairing everyone off and send you an email. Some of you are new to the swaps and I am so glad that you have decided to play with us! It really is fun! If you are new and do not think that I have your email address, please drop me a line at:

Also, Cathy, I do not have your email or your blog address so that would be helpful if you could get it to me!

Also, if anyone does NOT want to mail out internationally, please let me know.

Once I pair you off, I will send you an email with your partners name on it. The two of you can exchange actual addresses. Then, you can either make or buy your bookmark to send. You may send as many as you wish....but you are only obligated to mail out one bookmark.

When you mail out, drop me a line or leave me a comment so I know you have done your part of the swap. When you get your bookmark, drop me a line or leave me a comment so that I know you got it!!

I will try to send out emails by sometime tomorrow.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Of Mice and Almost Men.....OH! and Bookmarks

I decided to do a little moving around of the furniture in the living room today. Do you want to know what I found when I pulled the couch out into the middle of the floor? I found 13 empty water bottles and 5 socks. Yes, you read that sentence correctly. Bebo has decided that we have a bad mouse infestation. These mice like to party but at least they drink responsibly.

The majority has voted and we shall be swapping bookmarks!! I will leave sign-ups open until Wednesday and the partner everyone up. ~grins~ Lorna has a test coming up on Wednesday and that will help her.

So far we have the following people on the list:

1. Rach

2. Christmas Lights (aka babygator)

3. David

4. Mary Beth

5. Flutterby

6. Quotidian Grace

7. Yankee, Transferred

8. Cheesehead

9. Songbird

10. Lorna

11. Preacher Mom

12. Annie

13. Mid-life Rookie

14. Church Hopper

15. Patti

16. The Reverend Mommy

17. Cathy

18. knittinpreacher

19. Swandive

20. Sally

21. JWD

22. Me

We have newbies playing with us this time!! Welcome!!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I Am Thinking....

That it is time to have some fun and lighten things up around here! Time for you lurkers to de-lurk and lets get the comments up there cause......


Okay, so any ideas? I am leaning towards key chains or book marks again? What do you think?? What would you like to swap?

And EVERYONE can play....not just the regulars! Let's get some new people to join in with us.


Monday, September 11, 2006

5 Years Ago AT 8:00am

Five years ago at 8:00am, life was just normal. I would have just gotten into work after dropping Bebo off at school. Just another day. I am sure that I whined about being there and not getting enough sleep. Shortly after that, Ken came in and told us that a plane had hit one of the World Trade Center Towers. A horrible freak accident. He was always wandering in and telling us things so that was nothing new. Then, he returned to tell us that a second plane had hit the second tower. Before being an officer, Ken had a long career in the military. He told us then that he was sure that we would be at war soon because this had to be an act of terror. Immediately, we all began to try to log into CNN and Fox News but could not get into their sites. I remember sitting there trying to get in and waiting....waiting.....waiting. My mom had spent the night with us because she had a doctors appointment the next day. She had also left at 8:00am. She called as soon as she started hearing reports on the radio. She came back without going on to her appointment.

Not being able to get any news via the internet was bizarre.

Then came the reports of the towers falling, of two other plans being taken over. The Pentagon being hit. It was unreal.

Manhattan was closed off.

Planes were grounded and Americans were stranded in all corners of the world...unable to return home.

President Bush went from being our President to our Commander In Chief in a matter on minutes.

After getting home that afternoon, I remember we were all glued to the television. Scenes of the Towers falling over and over again interspersed with pictures of President Bush reading to elementary students will forever be etched in our brains. I will never forget the look on his face as an aide whispered into his ear.

I saved the articles and the magazine that outlined what happened. But, one day I stopped listening. I was tired of crying. I chose not to watch the documentaries and the movies as closely as I had been watching. To do so maked me feel as though I was an intruder on peoples personal lives. I am just now coming to the place where I can look and watch. I knew no one that died. I knew no one that was on a plane or in a tower. I knew no one that was a part of the rescue missions. I knew no one that has been a part of the clean up effort. And yet, I am scarred. We are all scarred in some way. I still cry. I cried yesterday. I cried this morning.

I grew up in a era where we pledged allegiance to the flag each morning. We prayed in our classrooms at the beginning of the day. I grew up believing that we live in the greatest nation in the world. I grew up in an era that had respect for it's leaders and it's government because those positions were and are, I believe, positions of respect. I grew up believing in America and what it stands for.

I still do.

Five years ago at 8:00am, I had no clue that someone or something could hate with such might. I did not know what a 72 hour pack was. I did not have an out of state contact that I have programmed into my loved ones cell phone. I did not believe that terror would reach our shores with such a might. I did not know what courage people could posses when faced with death. I did not know that there could be heros without names.

*If I had known, I would have loved you a little bit more*

Today, let's do just that and make an effort to show it.

Friday, September 08, 2006

little david's meme will find my audio post below.

I have not figured out how to put a written post in the same part as the audio but I thought that it was not bad for the first try!

Check out the meme questions at
little david's if you are not already reading him. And yes, I skipped a few of the questions.

So You Wanna Know What A Princess Sounds Like?

this is an audio post - click to play

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

25 Years and A Day

I was at work yesterday when it dawned on me that it would have been my 25th wedding anniversary. Sort of took my breath away for a moment. Yesterday, I would have been married a quarter of a century....WOW. That is a long time. Instead, I have been divorced for almost 14 years. (For those of you that are new to the blog...I married the same man two different times.....the 14 years is from the 2nd divorce) Once upon a time, that would have made me really sad. Yesterday, that was not the case. It would be nice to say that is not the case because there is someone new in my life or that I am in love but that is not it either. I have come to the place in my life where I harbor no hard feelings towards ex. I harbor nothing at all and, to me, that is even sadder. One of my pet peeves is when people say *I know you must still love that person because he/she is the father/mother of your children*. I don't. I do not feel anything at all towards love, hate or animosity. I wish that we could have at least been able to share in the responsibility of raising our children but he chose differently. I now believe that is a good thing.

Twenty-five years and a day ago....I was a new bride with a bad perm. Wide eyed and sheltered and not at all prepared for the real world. It ate me up and spit me out. I was a high school graduate that thought she knew everything because she had a diploma. I was so wrong. I entered a world that I knew nothing about and that did not really care for me. We were dirt poor on top of all of that. Ex worked for his mom and it was nothing for her to hand out paychecks on a Friday afternoon and then leave town. More than once, those paychecks bounced. That was the world that I was stuck in the middle of. I was 5 hours away from the people that loved me. But, I was lucky enough to carry a precious treasure away from that time in my life. The treasure that I carried was this:

That precious face belongs to babygator. She was born February 24, 1982. This is the child that I grew up with.

Two days before her birth, I rode in the truck with my ex. She was not moving very much but she always loved it when I rode in the truck. The rocking motion of rolling down the road seemed to agree with her. The day before her birth, I wandered around cleaning house and packing my bag. Now I look back and see that I was nesting. Then, I was young and just thought I had energy. Heck, I was just young and naive and did not know a damn thing.

That night I had a huge supper from a place called *Feathers and Fins*. I went to bed and was soon awakened with contractions. I sat in the living room and watched some TV. I had been to the classes and read the books and knew that first babies always take a long time to come. At 2am, I called the hospital emergency room and told them about the contractions. They assured me to stay at home until I was really uncomfortable. They were sure that, if I came in, they would send me back home because I would not be ready. So, I stayed at home. At 4:30am, I woke ex and told him that I was no longer comfortable AT ALL and it was time to go. We were at the hospital at 4:37 am.

In the emergency room, the kindly older nurse looked at me and asked *First baby?*

Me *Yes Ma'am*

Her with that knowing look *Well, let's just check you out then. I am sure that this baby is just making its presence known. I bet it will be awhile yet. I will check you and then we can send you home*

Me thinking ~damn....It is going to get a lot worse??~ *Oh Okay*

Her *Let's go ahead and take your clothes off and check you out. We will do it here in emergency so we do not waste their time back in labor and delivery. So, off with your clothes young lady.*

Me ~feeling like a fool because I am stupid and wasted everyone's time takes off my clothes and slowly gets on the table~ *I really am sorry. I just thought...You know with the contractions and well....

Her ~head popping up from between my knees~ *DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE 9 CENTIMETERS DILATED????*

Me *eerrmmmmm no*

At that point, they did not even let me put my clothes back on. They wrapped me in a sheet and put me into a wheel chair and QUICKLY took me back to labor and delivery.

Labor and delivery is vastly different now. Then, they still strapped you down on the delivery table. Ex almost fainted. Wish I had a picture of that.

At 6:04 am, beautiful baby gator made her entrance into this world and my life has never been the same. The girl name I had picked out was Whitney Dianne. I took one look at her and knew that was not who she was. So, she was named Baby Gator. ~laffin.....If you really want to know her name and do not already know it....Email me and I will share it with you~

Eight months later, ex left me in my home town with instructions not to come back home.

My life has been filled with many paths over the last 25 years. Many were terribly hard paths that I took because I was too stubborn to take easier ones. Other paths were rocky because of my poor choices. Some were paths that I was placed on because of other people's choices. All of the paths have made me into the person that I am today. I am very happy and content with the person that I am.

I would not have changed anything if it meant that I would have missed out on my babygator.

25 years and a day have been so totally worth it.

Friday, September 01, 2006

I Wonder....

Okay people....I wanna know what is wrong with you! I posted a thankfulness post almost 24 hours ago and no one has anything at all to be thankful for?!?!?!?!

Rach, T and I left to go to lunch yesterday. They were behind me and the conversation started

T remarked *I think your tail is wider! It did not used to be that wide!*

Me *Thank you! It is so odd! With my hair this short, I do not have to blow dry it but I still have to blow dry my tail.*


I am sitting in my office and the thought occurs to me that she did not mean my rat's tail......