Someday my Prince will come . . yeah right!

One morning this past week I took my grand-daughter to pre-school in her dads truck when the princess CD began playing . . (apparently they listen to this when they are driving). . . Cinderella started singing "Someday my prince will come" . . . so that got me to thinking maybe I thought that was true in my twenty's or even thirty's but once the forty's came and went I knew the idea of my "Knight in Shinning Armor" was no longer a reality.

So now that I am in my fifties . . my vision of the prince has changed slightly . . . my prince is now a King . . probably retired . . his kingdom is a mobile home in Florida and his white horse is an old white Chevy truck . . with rust on the fender . . if you know what I mean . . lol

My wish for my daughter that she can tell her children her fairy tale someday and that my grand-daughter will be able to repeat her story of love to her children . . . and so on . . . I hope that as long as they live and believe in love they never give up the hope that dreams really do come true.

I still haven't given up hope that I will meet my King someday . . but for now . . I will keep looking at all the Prince's and hopefully they all have single fathers who are Kings . . .

Ramblings of a Crazy Women

Life can be so weird . . is this a test?

Why do grown people have to lie? . . isn't it just easier to tell the truth?

Why can't my wonderful son find a job?

How come even at 52 fresh fallen snow tastes so good . . ya that's right I still eat it . .

How come when I get sick . . like just about everyday (gotta love gastric bypass ) . . I don't get skinny??

These are just a few things I am pondering today . . .

2010 Word of the Year

A wonderful friend of mine . . Pam who has a great blog by the way . . http://www.pamtremble.blogspot.com/ was talking about instead of setting new years resolutions, finding a word, maybe a phrase (she got this idea from a fellow blogger) that would describe the year 2010 for you . . . . after doing a lot of thinking about my word I have decided that my word would be

"Faith" . .

Faith in the good Lord . . . to keep guiding me in the right direction

Faith in myself . . to believe that the things I think I can do . . . I really can

Faith that the decisions I make are right even when they don't turn out so good

I have not given myself much credit for the things I have done good in my life . . for decisions I have made and choices that I felt were right . . at 52 I think I need to start having some
"Faith in Kristy" . . . . so that is my word for 2010

It took me a while to figure out what my word would be . . . .what is your word??

It's been a long time!

Well I guess my break lasted longer than I thought it would . . not any wiser or thinner . . lol
On my break I have had a tummy tuck, been in the hospital for an infection because of the tummy tuck. Seen both of my sisters go through a transformation with there weight loss battles and enjoyed both my children and grand-daughter. I am still blessed with both my parents who are in good health and a brother who takes the weight of the world on his shoulders, what a great guy!

I am doing a lot of soul searching these days on what I truly want out of my life . . other than the usual . . healthy family, staying employed . . . I am thinking about setting some goals for the next year . . . revolutions . . well not sure if that is what I am going to call them . . but they will be realistic . .

For the first time in a long time I think I will have love in my future . . or I am finally thinking that love for me could be possible . . . I will talk about this in a future blog. . . yes i am planning on blogging again . . for those who have hung around . . thanks and stay tuned . . .

Kristy

A camping I will go . .

Tomorrow I'm going camping . . in a camper with my son and grand-daughter and I feel like I'm a little kid. Camp fires, marshmallows . . here's the kicker . . I'm only going to be about eight miles from home. My brother and his family and friends go to the local camp ground a couple times a year and pretend they are far away from home. They all meet at one camp site and sit by the fire and relax, laugh and just enjoy each others company.
My parents just purchased this new camper so their grandchildren and their great grandchildren could experience camping like we did when we were younger. I use to love to go camping with my parents . . my brother loved to fish and my sisters would hang out and I LOVED TO SLEEP . . there is nothing like sleeping in the great outdoors. I have great memories of my family and those camping trips, we were a close family back than and still are.
But . . now that I'm MUCH older and my body hurts when it's not in my own bed . . I figured eight miles from home . . heck I can stay at the state park and leave at bed time . . shower at home and then head back to the park the next morning . . . so am I really camping?

Maybe I'll call this my "Mini Camping Trip" . . . lol

Blogging Vacation

I have been on a blogger's vacation . . . what that means . . I'm not sure. At almost 52 years old who would have thought that I would miss my home computer. I have been without a home computer for months and it was just to sick to fix. . . now I'm back in business. I thought I didn't need a computer . . how would I keep up with my world traveling daughter? or pay my bills? I was lost and I can't believe that I depend on an online typewriter.

I'm the biggest blog stalker of all and the only way I could catch up on, Ron, Chase, Mel, Pam and everyone else I stalk was getting on line at work . . which isn't always that easy. Reading all those blogs is like peaking in the window's of their souls. I am just a nonsense blogger . . . not really saying anything life changing or interesting but take the time to check out all the interesting writers out there and you will discover so much talent.

What's wrong with a little "Respect"

Aretha sang about it but I can't seem to get any of it . . . respect!

I have been living in my current home for about 7 years now. The people across the street have been there the same amount of time. A nice older women . . a few years older than I raising her granddaughters . . . . well now that girls have grown and there absent mothers are now back and also living there with all the part time boyfriends stopping by . . not a problem.
The problem is that from midnight to 5 or 6 am they sit on the porch and giggle . . . the boyfriends stop by with their radios blaring and they hollower back and forth over the radio and giggling. They are young and I respect that . . it's summer and I respect that also . . . however . . I'm old and have a job.
I am always reminding people when they come to my house in the evening that my driveway runs along my neighbor's to the south and the boys bedroom window is right there where they can hear . . so I'm always careful not to wake them up, I don't use my auto car lock on my keys as it makes a loud noise but lock the doors just before I get out . . . how hard is it to be considerate of you neighbors?
Many of my neighbor's have called the police and they have responded but it only makes them louder they think it's funny. We (my four neighbor's) are yes I admit are a little afraid of confronting them even with friendly conversation . . . they are intimidating and the company that is stopping my over there is not the kind you would want to make angry . . . so what's a girl to do?
So this is my rant for the day . . . common courtesy is not a thing of the past!