remember me

will you remember me if i'm gone.  what would you remember about me.

i hope i have been kind to you
non judgemental
caring
trustworthy
loyal
dependable
loving
encouraging

will you remember me

will i be missed

i've been featured..i've been featured

so today was a good day at work.  i was actually surprised that several of my employee were excited to see me upon my return from vacation.  they gave me hugs.  these are the two employees that give me the most headaches.  we are going through some changes at work that is causing many to be anxious.

then this evening i logged into the bloggers club and found out that i was featured .  i feel sooo honored and touched by the lovely words by vic.  i admit...i am addicted to blogging.  i might not write as much as other, but i enjoy reading all the trials and tribulations of life through the eyes of others.  i have come to know some fabulous ladies like brittany, rachel and of course vic.  i've been talking to all my friends about my blog.

so thank you all for allowing me into your lives through your words and pictures.

back and not fully relaxed

so i went to the shore this past week with the parental units.  let me just say that it wasn't the most memorial time down at the shore.  i was sick as sick can get.  the wednesday before last i came down with this horrible fever, chills and ear pain.  by late wednesday night, the fever lifted but not soon before my mother came to take care of me.  have i mentioned i am a HUGE baby when sick.  so she was kind enough to stay the night to keep an eye on me and clean my apartment.  the next day i didn't have a fever but man did my throat feel like it was all cut up.  i was praying that i would be better prior to heading to the shore.  no such luck.  i suffered through three days of work with not having the ability to eat or drink.  it was H O R R I B L E.  no lie.

so saturday, before heading down to the shore, i decided to stop by the drs office to pick up some good drugs.  my thinking was that a good day and a half of good drugs would make me feel much better to enjoy some of the time down at the shore.  wrong again.  the first few night, again my poor mother, had to deal with a 35 year old baby.  you would think i was dying or something.  still couldn't eat nor drink.  the dr on saturday stated that i had sas.  sick as sh*t.  yup those were his words.  by the time my father got to the shore, the general consensus was to take me to urgent care since i was not getting any better.  the dr. i saw on saturday was not my primary doctor and i don't feel took a good look at me.  the drugs he gave me did nothing.

long story short, i spent seven sunny, warm, clear days at the shore........in bed.  i can finally eat and drink, but cannot hear out of my right ear.

with all that said, i hope my luck changes so that i may be the lucky recipient of this coach wristlet giveaway (grinning)

where does the time go

so today is my father's 66th birthday.  he doesn't look 66.  sure doesn't act 66.  but his body is 66.

today i caught myself remembering back when i was little and thinking how my father would never get old.  i admit its sad and scary to think that one day my father won't be on the other end of the line when i call to hear him say "i love you baby girl" or to do the funny dance into a hug when i see him.  granted there are days that i would like to knock sense into him and make him see things through my eyes.  i know that will never happen.  i'm proud to say i am a daddy's girl.  you mess with me, you mess with him.  even my sisters "it" (aka fiancee/boyfriend) found that out.

both my parents have been very supportive of my sister and i while growing up.  ensuring we had everything we needed, and in my sisters case, everything she wanted.  he's a gentle soul, but likes others to think he's tough.  cracks crazy jokes, sounds, facial expressions whenever he can which has caused him to be band from church by my mother.  he's very smart (which i tend not think admit) and seems to know the answers to everything, except for one.  who will be the man in my life when you are gone.

my one and only dream....to have my father walk me down the aisle when i get married.  i know he'll be the one crying harder then i will be when i turn to him and ask "do i look pretty poppy?".  i just hope i can find the man to marry before i lose my chance.

so to my father, or poparoonie as i like to call him, happy birthday from your baby girl.

sisters

many many years ago there where these two little girls

who never really know the type of bond two could, should or would have

as they got older, they started to grow from young girls

into women

all thanks to two people who fell in love