My First Love

Be awesome! Be a book nut!” — Dr. Seuss

I don’t have a preference. It really doesn’t matter because it serves the same purpose. It’s a way to escape and go to another place without leaving your home. I can do it almost.anywhere and it comes in many forns. I know I am not the only one who opens up the pages of a book and get lost in the world where the words beautifully line the pages.Getting a new book is like getting new jewlery for me. One simply isn’t enough. I can go to the world of Stephen King where each word makes me just a little more afraid.
I can get lost in the magical world of JK Rowling or wonder what’s it’s like to be in a love triangle with a supernatural being. I can go into the twisted mind of VC Andrews and start a club with my best friends like Ann M. Martin.
When I was a child playing outside and the occasional video games was nice. I would play with dolls and jump rope and other childhood activities from growing up in the late eighties/nineties era. However, there was nothing like a good book. To feel the fresh page beneath your hands and smell the ink on the pages. This is beginning to sound like a lover, and I guess in a way it is.
Before I had a crush, a boyfriend, a husband or children for that matter, I loved and adored books. My mother would have books that she would say I couldn’t read. That use to upset me, not because I was trying to be older, I just wanted a book.
I would go through several books in a day and than be upset there’s no more books to read. At one point I had to change libraries because I have already read all the books that were available. Actually when I get a chance to read now, I still read two or three in a day, especially if it’s a good book.
My fiancé understands because he has his sports specifically basketball and that was his first love. Reading is mine. The one thing that when all else fails I can just open up the pages and all of my troubles melt away because my mind is transported to another place. That’s why I write, because I will be able to allow a mind to go some place that hopefully it has never gone before.

Six Flags Misadventures


I took a trip to Six Flags this past weekend to celebrate my baby sisters birthday and for my cubs to have some fun.
It started off nice enough considering I got no sleep the night before because my youngest cub wanted to play until 2 am and we had to be up no later than 6 am.
Once we got there, there wasn’t much of a crowd and it seemed the.kiddie rides were running.
I took my youngest cub on two rides because she wasn’t allowed on the other. At the age that she is, the child has to be able to walk well enough and than sit still and frankly she didn’t do any of those things. On top of that, she is not fond of strangers and she clung to me for dear life. The two rides that we were able to get on, well she just wasn’t happy. She frowned the whole time.
My middle cub, well he just didn’t seem happy no matter how many.rides he got on. Being three your stuck being able to go on some rides, but you’re to small for majority of the rides. He also sustained a lump from one of the kiddie rides jerking his body. He cried between rides and even playing games and Daddy winning a Superman cape didn’t seem to help for long.
My oldest well, she got on the majority of the rides except the thrill rides and even she seemed unhappy. It was as if the rides she did get on wasn’t enough.
After waiting over an hour in the muggy cave of skull mountain, I was completely over Six Flags.
On the way home, I realized that I got to spend a day with my cubs and my sister (who enjoyed every part of the day btw). We got to laugh, take pictures, and enjoy a day away from home.
With my everyday life always being busy, it was nice to slow down a bit and just have some good ol fashion fun. I have to enjoy each and every moment because my cubs won’t stay this size forever.  So all of the bumps, bruises and tears that came along, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Besides there’s always next year.  🙂

Mommy VS. Daddy


When you find out you’re expecting there are tears of joy and feelings of excitement. As a mother you can’t wait to have your bundle of joy. To hold him or her in your arms and look at the little person you not only helped create, but carried through a few seasons.
You got through all the morning sickness, and one bad smell sends you running to the bathroom. All of a sudden you are eating what seems like for five and your skin is stretching like an elastic ball. You have the people who say they see this glow about you, you feel absolutely horrible and look a mess. They share their horror story about labor and you grin and bear it because it is all worth it at the end.
Well now being the mother of three, it seems like all my hard work was for naught. You see my precious babies seem to like their daddy more. You would think after all my hard work and late nights, they would understand that mommy simply wants a little attention sometimes. You know a extra hug here. One more kiss there.
I mean I take care of all the boo boos and make the cupcakes. I make the food and make sure you’re neat and clean and yet they prefer daddy.
Daddy plays the basketball. He jumps around and plays the video games. Daddy gives the extra cookies and well I guess to them it’s more fun. I am the one that worries and think what’s best maybe way too far ahead. My oldest actually will go to him first and than say “oh yea hi mommy”. I’m simply an afterthought.
However, on the plus side I get to cuddle with them and wipe their tears. I can watch them have a rip roaring good time and realize just how lucky I am to have the family that I do. My three cubs and my mister, well I wouldn’t trade them.for the world. I actually have it pretty good. Besides after they have all the fun with daddy. I get the best part. All their hugs, kisses and tired little faces. It’s the little things. Besides mommy could always use a little mommy time.  🙂