Forgive

Everyone has had a moment (or two) in life where forgiveness has either been asked of or needed. People say, "oh, just forgive and forget" or "all's forgiven".
Well, the word "FORGIVE" has been heavy on my heart lately. Really almost consuming. I don't know if it's ME that needs FORGIVEN or if FORGIVENESS needs to be asked of me. Probably and most likely, it's both. Sometimes this comes easy and other times it's the hardest thing anyone can ask, or give. I wonder if it's easier to just say "sorry" or "I love you" or even an "I've missed you". Hmmm. I have some thinking to do. I think maybe this quote I found a while back can help me...

Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.
~Hannah More~

Oh where do I begin?

I can't even begin to begin! It's that insane, incredible, blessed, awesome, spectacular I have not fully grasped it yet. Folks, I have found family. The McNeal's that is. It's such a long story and I'm at work (kinda working, kinda not) so I can't get into a whole lot but I'll just say this for now, I AM LOVED. And I LOVE THEM RIGHT BACK.

Ches vs. Penelope Cruz

So, Chesney and I are in my room last night. I'm in the closet trying to get it back in the order that I like it as I have NO IDEA how I let it all go to hell. I'm talking clothes everywhere, shoes here and there and God only knows how many bras hanging from whatever protruding anything they can. Plus the small dresser in my closet runneth the hell over. Inside and on top of it. Clothes, perfume, makeup, hairties, bobby pins, change, movie stubs, tags from new clothes and the shopping bags from those new clothes. Get the picture here? Chesney is on the bed with the tv on watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 (we love that show but damn, Kate can be such a biatch!) and she's doing Spanish homework. We're just in there, together. Not doing much talking, only bits and pieces here and again. But I stopped in the middle of the mess in the closet and looked up at her. My 16 year old girl. I wondered why she was in there with me instead of her room, music blaring, texting, and doing homework. I immediately shook off the thought and just decided that she WANTED to be in there with me. Just to be close. I wasn't going to ask her or question it any farther. I loved her being in the room with me for no reason.
Then she asks me a question. Spanish homework question. Now, I know a bit of Spanish. I lived in Spain with my dad for a year or so back in the day and had a Spanish stepmother so I had to pick up a lil bit didn't I? Anyways, she asks me the question which is "blah blah blah, Spanish something, blah Spanish, blah Spanish."
I really tried to understand. Tried to help her, but for the life of me, I have absolutely NO CLUE as to what she just said!! So, I just sit on the edge of the bed, handful of clothes in hand, and say just that.
Me..."Ches, I have no clue."
Then Ches says, (deadpans) "Oh,so when Penelope Cruz gave her acceptance speech for her Oscar last night and at the end says a whole bunch of Spanish you can rattle off the translation to me but I ask you a lil 2nd year Spanish question and you can't answer it?"
Me..."Ya, pretty much."
Ches.."OK, just checking."

We go about our business of cleaning the closet, doing Spanish homework and watching Jon and Kate Plus 8. Ah, that's good times right there.

And thennnn

I'm feeling kind of restless right now. Don't really know why. I feel like doing something yet...feel like doing nothing. Ying Yang. Pish Posh. My days are always filled with lots of things going on. Between BBall games and family and friends and work and every single thing that fills up my normal day I, like I'm sure many other women either wish there was an extra hour or two in the day or we wish there was a couple less. I mean, if there is less that 24 hours would we be spared time? Probably not. What is it that I'm talking about? I have no idea. I'm rambling. ugh.
That's better.

Now...tonight I'm going to Amy's and she's hooking me up with a much needed and warmly appreciated pedicure! You know wanna know how I know she's like one of THE most AWESOME friends ever? She is TOTALLY afraid of dry cotton balls but is still going to hook me up with a pedi!! Now back to this dry cotton ball thing. Don't laugh. Ok, laugh a lil bit. But seriously, the girl can't stand it dry...but if it's soaked with polish remover, she's good.
Then, or is after the pedi...we are going to ATB to get our spray on. Tan that is. Hey, it's better than fake baking. The smell of it is only slightly offensive. :) The smell only lasts for a bit (thank the Lord) so it's worth it. But dang, I'm looking sunned and fabulous!! HEHE
AND THEN....I'm coming home to wash this gray right outta my hair. Yep, I said it. Ugh. Grays. Foxy Brown is the color I go with everytime. LOVE IT.
AND THENNN.... I'm going to bed. Late as usual I'm sure.

So now that everyone knows my bid~ness, Peace and Love y'all!!

I know...I know!

It's been a while. Ok...so a long while but dang I've been busy. Or kinda. I don't know what I've been. It's been a long story the last few weeks. I'll get around to telling it. All's well, things have changed a bit, and life is going on.
More later, but not too much later.

Beauty Queen of only 16...

Dress~$70.00

Snowball Dance ticket~$5.00

Seeing my little girl looking SPECTACULARLY STUNNING~~~

Priceless

I don't wanna be at work right now

But, here I sit. Behind my desk. At work.
It's not bad here,nope,not at all even. I actually like my job. It's just that, well...there are a few other things I'd rather be doing.

Bungee Jumping. Hey, I've done it once before. Since I lived, I'd like to do it again.

Making my own Root Beer. My totally awesome friend Amy brought me some A&W today and so help me they have the best rootbeer! I've got to find/steal that recipe!!

Manicure. My nails look decent but oh my it would feel fantastic to have my hands softened, preened and massaged.

Licking the bowl. I pretty much don't care what's in said bowl. It's usually always something yummy and more than likely chocolate.

Take a hike. Literally. Camp Horizon is calling my name...shhh, can you hear it too?

I'm realizing this list could go on and on my friends so I'll just stop for now.

But tell me this....What would YOU rather be doing? Because in addition to the above, I'd rather be reading my friends blogs than being at work ;)

I just wanted some milk

So I'm in my friendly neighborhood Braums yesterday after work picking up some essentials, milk (Braums IS the best) a loaf of bread and some cookies. For those of you not from this area Braums is a burger/ice cream type place that also has a small yet very fitting grocery section. I can run in there and get everything from bread and milk to fruits, veges and chips and chicken! Love it.

Anyhow, like I was saying, I'm in Braums yesterday and I notice this woman struggling to open the door as she is holding a purse that can only be carried if you're of linebacker size. This thing is HUGE. Not just big, I'm talking GI~NOR~MOUS. And it's not even cute. But I digress...not only is she carrying this "purse" she is talking (yelling) on her cell and juggling her keys. Now let me paint you a picture. This is not just a run of the mill key chain, no ma'am. It's the Rolls Royce of key rings. It's got bells and whistles, literally. It's got to weigh 4-5 pounds and I can only think to myself that's got to be hell on her ignition although I'm not sure why I'm thinking that. Probably some urban legend thing I may have heard growing up or something an old boyfriend told me about my key ring when I was 16 so I would take off 1-2 pounds of my keyring. Sooo, I go open the door for her.

I'm nice like that.

As I open the door I say, "Looks like you have your hands full." This "lady" says to me, "Your point?" And continues to talk unnecessarily loud on her cell phone. (tilt your head, furrow your brow and say WHAT..here) I just turned and walked away in disbelief at her rudeness. Geez, I was just trying to be nice. Not thirty seconds later I swear... she drops the keys. And of course everyone in the store hears this happen cause like I said, it's heavy and full of dangly crap. But not only is that the sound we hear, it is followed by a very shrill overflow of expletives streaming out of her overly sparkled glossed mouth. Hello?! Children and lil old ladies are in here!! But since I'm the closet to her and I do it without thinking, I bend over and heave her keys off the floor and as I'm handing them to her she JERKS them out of my hands. But wait!! There are so many doodads, whatnots, thingybobs and dooma~flachies on the thing my pinky is caught and she damn near rips it off! YOUCH!! I look at her in a pained/pissy kinda way (what, you didn't think I was going to let that slide completly did you?) and she says in a way that can only be described as BITCHY, "These are mine." I'll just let you simmer on that one for a second. I had to as well, plus I had to make sure my poor pretty little pinky finger was ok. It's my favorite digit.

Onlookers. Yep, it's a small town people and an even smaller area we're in so they are everywhere. A few of them just kind of shuffle along muttering under their breath cause they have no doubt seen and heard everything that has transpired in the last minute and a half, and hopefully just as surprised as I. There's a little man, and by little I mean just an inch or so taller than me little that notices that I'm looking like a deer in the headlights staring at Bertha then my pinky, then back at Bertha (that's what I've named her by the way) and cracks a smile and says, "Her husband has gotta be miserable." I feel better.

I get in the short line with my goodies and I can still feel my heart beating in my poor lil digit. I'm trying not to look at her. I'm fully irritated and am willing myself not to accidently on purpose knock her eggs out of her hands, when of course...Bertha steps in line right behind me. Great. She's still on the phone, still jangling (Jangling is a word, look it up in the Tonya~ism Dictionary along with Dooma~flachies) her key thing, still lugging around "Gertrude" the purse. If Gertrude was a color, it would be the color of this purse. I continue in line just looking off into nothing just begging for it to be my turn so I can get the hell outta there. Finally, I pay for my items, grab my stuff and head toward the door. The last thing I hear as the door behind me starts to close is....

Wait for it...

"Where the F@!K is my wallet?!?!"

Have a nice day :)

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