A love letter

Happy Birthday Babe!

Remember the day we met? We were at the roller rink and I asked you to skate with me.

Did you think that we would be together forever?

It's weird to think about that time. We were both teens, not knowing the ways of the world. We had no idea what we were going to do with our lives.

So here we are, older, wiser (I hope) and still full of love.

I can't imagine where my life would have gone without you in it.

I can't imagine life without the wildchild and the little man. Without you, they wouldn't be possible.

Thank you for taking care of me, for loving me and for blessing me with your soul and your heart.

I love you Sweetheart!

(since I can't figure out how to post a song on my blog, you'll just have to read the lyrics!)

if there were no words
no way to speak
i would still hear you
if there were no tears
no way to feel inside
i'd still feel for you

and even if the sun refused to shine
even if romance ran out of rhyme
you wuld still have my heart until the end of time
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine.

all of my life
i have been waiting for
all you give to me
you've opened my eyes
and shown me how to love unselfishly

i've dreamed of this a thousand times before
in my dreams i couldn't love you more
i will give you my heart
until the end of time
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine

and even if the sun refused to shine
even if romance ran out of rhyme
you would still have my heart until the end of time
'cause all i need is you, my Valentine
you're all i need, my love, my Valentine

Love always and forever,

Your wife

home at last!

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I certainly had a great one.

Last year, I was taken to the hospital for Thanksgiving, in an ambulance. Not so fun. Boy am I thankful that I was able to enjoy Thanksgiving without being sick.

This year we had dinner at my house and then we went on a little trip. We went to my moms property, which is in the high desert about 4 hours from my house. Believe it or not, the best time to take a long drive is Thanksgiving night. Everybody is home sleeping off the tryptophan from the turkey.

We left the house around 5ish. We have a portable dvd player and we bought the dvd, Shrek the Third. None of us had seen this Shrek movie and we loved the other two, so we knew this would be good. Anyway, I drove the first half of the trip. The wildchild sat in the front with me and the boys sat in the back to watch the movie. When they were finished with the movie, it was time for a pee break and then we switch places and the wildchild and I watched the movie. The movie was great and the driving time went by very quickly. We actually had alot of fun.

On Friday, we took the kids to a ghost town. We saw a gun fight, rode the train and my son made a rope. We also took a little tour of the underground mine. It was a nice little trip for all of us and we had a great time.

On Saturday, we headed to Sin city. That's right, we went to Las Vegas! Bossman has a sister that lives there and we had a GREAT time. The little man took his very first rollercoaster ride on the New York, New York. Unfortunately he didn't like it all that much...LOL He said next time he would like to try a smaller coaster.

On Sunday, we spent most of the day hanging out on the strip. We had a lot of fun, but my legs were very very tired of walking. Since my moms place is only 2 hours from Vegas, we thought the trip back to her place would be a piece of cake and then on Monday we would head the rest of the way home, therefore beating all the traffic...right? WRONG! The two hour trip from Vegas to my moms turned out to be over 5 hours long. That's right, 5 hours!!!

Turns out everyone was heading home from Vegas, heading to LA. Not only that, but there was a horrific accident. We were in stopped traffic for over an hour before we got to the head of the line. We were 4 cars from the front, could see the entire accident being cleaned up in front of us, when they stopped traffic completely. Next thing we hear is the helicopter landing in front of us, on the highway, to pick up some victims. It was VERY horrible. I didn't want the little man to witness anything bad, but since we got stopped RIGHT in the front, there was no way to hide it from him. Unfortunately there were victims that didn't make it. They were in body bags, but on the side away from my sons side of the car. I don't think he saw them. The wildchild did though. It really put a damper on the situation. I was very thankful I wasn't involved in that.

The rest of the drive was still bumper to bumper and after a while we did get back to our loopy selfs. We started making up silly songs and just doing very silly things. That's what happens when you are trapped in a car, at night, for 5 hours!

After arriving at my moms, we went straight to bed. The next morning my mom took us out for breakfast and then we headed home.

Although we had a GREAT time, it certainly was nice to be home. Of course now that we made it home, the fun really begins. I had to pick up the little man from school today because he is SICK. 101 fever. Not fun! Poor kid. I'm just glad he got to enjoy our vacation before getting sick. He had the best time collecting souvenirs. The lady at the hotel even let him keep the key card from our room. He had everything pack up to show his friends today and then before he could share it all, he got sick. My poor little man.

Well, that's all to report. Since there were children ever present, there were no spanking to be had. I'm hoping that this sad report will be resolved soon, as I could really use some spankin' time.

I'll leave you with some pics from our vacation. Enjoy!


This is part of the gun fight.
Robbers got shot
Roller coaster as seen from hotel room.

As promised....

As promised, this the the bath brush that Bossman bought. Or as I like to call it the...

Dreaded Beast!


As you can probably tell, it definitely lives up to it's name!

Now, I totally don't want to get in between her and her, but I am seriously considering sending one of these brushes to Nick and Adam. Seems to me that if one of them is going to have to pick 3 items, this might just do the trick for one of them. Plus, then I would feel like I was contributing to the whole contest.

But, I don't want in the middle...no sir ree!

So, anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. I'll be having turkey day at my house, but after dinner we are going on a road trip! Hooray!

We'll be heading to the high desert and also to Las Vegas! I probably won't be around until Tuesday!

Everyone have a safe and happy weekend!

Love you all,
grace

Ok, I admit it!

I've been getting spanked!

Don't you just love when your man gets all toppish and dommy on you? (are toppish and dommy words?)

All I know, is my bottom is a wonderful shade of red and nice and tender to the touch.

Sunday night the kids spent the night and friends. Suddenly, I was home alone. I was cruising around reading my favorite blogs and lurking around the blogsphere when I realized something.

When Bossman gets home, we will be alone.

Hhhhmmmmm......

What to do, what to do?

Since I was reading some of my favorite spanking blogs, you KNOW what was on my mind. But frankly, was I in the mood?

HELL yeah! I was definitely in the mood.

Should I ask for it? Or should I wait until he reads my mind? He's never been that good at reading my mind, but I've never been good at asking for what I want either.

Oh sure, he can read my moods like an open book. But knowing when I want a spanking, well, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of that yet!

But maybe he has!

So, do I ask?

Nope!

Lucky for me, he read my mind anyway!

Now.....have any of you seen the lovely little back brush that they sell at wal-mart for about 3 bucks?

I'd show you a picture, but I'm way to lazy to do that now and I really want to post the tonight so I'll have to post a pic later. BUT, if you want to see this thing in person, just had to the health and beauty aisle at your local wal-mart and look for the very mean looking bath brush. You'll know it when you see it.

Anyway, did I mention that last week, Bossman accidentally on purpose, put one of those brushes in our cart.

Yeah.

In our cart.

Now, it's in our bathroom.

It hasn't quite made it into the shower.

It has made it's mark on my buttockal area. (is buttockal a word?)

So, after a nice warm up with his hand, he decided to use the dreaded beast. (Thats the nickname I've given it.)

Doesn't feel so good coming down........

Lovely afterwards though.

In case you wanted to know.

Needless to say, Sunday night was wonderful. There was spanking, there was sex. There was spanking and sex. Mmmmmm.....yummy.

So, let me tell you about last night. Just in case any of you have virgin eyes, this part might get a little rated x on ya. I'm blushing just thinking about it.

Last night, I was acting a little crazy. I had a lot on my mind and I was cranky with just about everyone. Bossman pulled me into the bedroom after we said good night to the kids.

Now, I knew that I wasn't getting a spanking. That doesn't happen when kids are home. Our bedrooms are WAY too close together for us to even risk it.

So, he pulled me into the bedroom and pulled down my pants. Still, I knew this was not going to be a spanking.

Then he pulled me over his knee. I still knew this wasn't going to be a spanking. Sometimes he does this as a warning. Personally, I think it's SEXY.

So, I'm over his knee and he starts talking. He tells me that I need to change my attitude and he tells me what will happen if I don't. He tells me that tomorrow (today) he will be giving me what I deserve, but for tonight he just wanted to remind what what it looked like in that position. (Like I forgot or something, heh.)

But you know what?

So, are you still waiting for the x-rated part?

Well, after his little lecture, I thought we were done. But next thing I know, his fingers started walking. Yep, they did.

Soon they were taking a walk down the wild side. Oh man did they ever.

After patting my bottom and squeezing it and touching it...Oh yummo... his fingers started darting in and out of the yummy hole.

Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about. You know you do.

So anyway, he basically started making love to me with his fingers.

OH. MY. GOD!

Why didn't anyone tell me how fantastic this is? Do you KNOW how submissive that made me feel? I felt so dirty and naughty and oh-so fantastically sexy.

Remember, I'm still over his knee. My pants are still down around my ankles. And he is fucking me with his fingers. That's right, I said the "f" word.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

After much squirming around his lap, I finally had the big "O". And NO, I'm not talking about Oprah!

Then, he flipped me up on to the bed and pulled down his pants and fucked my brains out!

THERE, I said it! He fucked my brains out.

So, you know it was good.

It was REAL good!

Now, just so you know, for all you detail whores, I DID get that spanking today.

With the dreaded beast.

GOD, I love my husband!

A diva was born

Seventeen years ago today, at 2:30 in the afternoon my life changed forever.

You burst on the scene, like the diva you are, and of course, the attention was immediately on you. If anyone knows how to make an entrance, you do.

As quickly as you entered my life, they whisked you away.

4 hours later, I was properly introduced.

You were a scrawy little thing. Red and yellow are the colors that I think of when thinking of you at that time. But to me, you were the most beautiful thing on the planet. I introduced myself to you, as usual, you weren't that interested. You were already trying to figure out how to get the most attention.

Turns out, you were the only princess born that day. Turns out, you were MY princess.

The next day we got to know each other. You settled into the world, content to know that everyone around you was going to meet your needs. You already knew that you were in control. I didn't mind.

While in the nursery, a children's school class was having a field trip. They peered through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of a newborn diva. Lucky for them, you were there.

The nurse held you up to the window for everyone to see. Your first of many, public appearances. I should have known then that you would always steal the spot light.

Looking back, I remember looking down at you and wondering, what will she look like? What will she like doing? What will her talents be? How will she, change my world?

Now, I look at you and wonder, how did I get so lucky as to have such a wonderful person in my life? I didn't know, the day that you were born, what a wonderful person you would be. I didn't know you would be such a great big sister. I didn't know you would have such a talent for music and singing.

So, on this very special day, the anniversary of the day I met you, I would like to say......

I love you.

You will make a mark on the world. You have already made a mark on me. As you grow and move on to adulthood remember......Our family would not be complete without you.

Happy Birthday Wildchild!

Love Mom

very sad news....

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community. The Pillsbury Dough boy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

The View, spanking, sex and rain, in that order, I think.

I've got numerous things going on in my brain right now. I know you all are just dying to hear the spanking details. Heh. That is not the most important thing in the world right now! What is wrong with you people...is that all you think about? Spanking, spanking, spanking??? ~sigh~

Actually, if your lucky, I may end this post with spanking details. But first, I saw something on the View that made me think.

I know, me thinking, it's always a dangerous thing.

Anyway, On the View, they were talking about men taking care of women. More specifically they were talking about men taking the active duty of taking care of the woman. Sherri Shepard alluded to the idea that if she had a man (she's going through divorce) that she would expect the man to take care of her. For instance, if there was a robber in the middle of the night, she would expect the man to take care of her. She said she would be pissed if she had to step up and take care of herself if her man was there and didn't take care of her.

Of course, I totally agree with Sherri. I expect Bossman to take care of me. Protect me. And, I know that he would!

The rest of the panel did NOT agree with her. They argued that she should never expect someone else to take care of her, she should be able to take care of herself.

Ok, I can agree that we should be able to take care of ourselves. Our men may not be there when something bad happens...that's a given.

BUT!

If I am with Bossman and something bad happens, I expect him to take care of me to the best of his abilities. I believe that MEN should take care of women!!!!

What is wrong with that? Why is it wrong to expect MEN to take care of women? Whenever there is a disaster it's always, women and children first...right???

Maybe it's because in todays society women are not suppose to be treated as the weaker sex. To admit that we want and need a MAN to take care of us, makes us weak. Women should never admit to being weak....you know womens rights movements and all that stuff.

Well, I admit it. I'm weak. I want my man to take care of me. If you want to look down on me for being weak and pitiful, that's ok because I know that if I had to, I could take care of myself. But guess what...I don't have to!

Speaking of taking care of me.....

Bossman took care of me on last Sunday and then again on Thursday!

Yummy, yummy, yummy are the words I would use to describe it.

See, there hasn't been a lot of action around here lately. Things just seems to be out of sorts and quite frankly, we have gotten into a bad rut. Same ole' thing, different day, were pretty much the way we have been living our lives.

Also, there has been this pesky little problem of not having a libido lately either. That definitely puts a damper on things in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.

So, back to Sunday.

The little man and the wildchild were both at friends houses, they had spent the night. I thought that we would MAYBE have some fun on Saturday night, I mean, empty house and all. But no, we were still in our rut! We hung out with friends and then, like the ole' fogeys that we are, we came home, watched TV and went to bed.

So the next morning, we got up and, like most Sundays, watched football and Nascar. Woo wheeee! Fun, fun, fun!

But never fear, we have a DVR. These are such handy little devices that really make TV watching much more enjoyable. You can pause or record programs and then when you do watch the program you can FAST FORWARD commercials! (we hate commercials!)

So, about mid-morning, Bossman sets the DVR to record the race.

Next thing I knew I was being led to the bedroom. I had a feeling sex wasn't on his mind. Ok, sex is ALWAYS on his mind, but I think he had something he wanted to accomplish before the sex.

Although just a half hour before I was thinking about how we missed a perfectly good spanking time, I wasn't quite prepared to actually receive one.

But I did. And it was GREAT! It was a little hard but he didn't let up, even when I whined and cried about it. After it was over, my buns were nice and toasty.

We didn't finish up with some lovin' due Bossman having a prior commitment, but GOD, did I ever get horny after that. What is it about toasty buns that does that to me? I haven't been much in the mood for anything related to sex for a while, so this was quite a shock. Needless to say, as soon as Bossman got home, I was ready to jump his bones!

I didn't get to jump his bones at that moment, but we had some very long, very sexy kisses. We haven't kissed like THAT for awhile. It was very yummy and oh-so sexy.

We did manage to make some time for some lovin' after the kids hit the hay. Wow, wow, wow, it was really nice and sexy. And believe it or not, the next day I was still horny, go figure.

So, we must have has sex almost every day last week. I think that was a new record for us.

Thursday, he had me squirming over his lap, once again. How lucky did I get to have two spankings in one week?

Bossman has concluded that our sex life is much better if we include spanking. How he came to that conclusion, I'm not sure, but I have to agree with him there.

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. Sunday we were all a bit cranky and I'm afraid we had one of those really dumb fights. You know, the ones where you both say something stupid and both get really angry for no reason other than the fact that someone said something that wasn't worded "just right?"

Yeah, one of THOSE fights.

Don't worry. We seem to be moving back to the right direction. Bossman has said he is going to start spanking more. Even going so far as to mention some of the weapons we hold in our arsenal.

I hate to get my hopes up, cuz we've been here before. But it is lovely to think and dream about.

Meanwhile......

Did I mention that it rained here on Saturday? Big, big news in these parts, (remember anything remotely resembling a puddle is news) because it really helps the firefighters with the fires.

Oh, and it might rain tonight too! I must stay up and watch the 11 news, for they are sure to put the news lady out in front of the station with her rain coat on!!!

Big news, I tell ya, BIG, big news.

Fires

Although the news would make you think that the entire state of California is on fire, we are not.

I will say though, there is a whole lot of smoke and ash in the air.

Remember a couple of posts ago when I said it was a huge deal when we got rain??

I wasn't lying! This has been the driest year in history for California. That, along with the Santa Ana winds, makes for nasty, nasty fires!

The wind has been blowing hot, hot, hot and the air has felt very thick and heavy. Not your typical California weather.

As for me and mine, we are fine. We are used to dealing with ashy air and smoke plumes in the distance. Lucky for us they are in the far distance.

Thank you for the e-mails! I feel so blessed that so many of you were worried for us! It didn't dawn on me that anyone would worry. But never fear, I'm still around!

If there are any out there that are reading this that are truly affected please know, I am praying for you.

As for the rest of you.......

I got a spankin', I got a spankin'!

HUGS!
grace

Worst parent award

I finally did it. I managed to win the worst parent award. I knew it would happen someday. I worked really hard at it too.

I embarrass my children in public all the time.

I always stay in bed until the last minute and feed my children cold cereal instead of a hot nutritious breakfast.

I wear my pj's to the school to drop them off.

I love to sing to the songs in the grocery store, just to embarrass my kids.

I'm sure my kids would be able to tell you more of the more horrible things I do but we don't need to go there, besides, those are NOT what won me the award.

Here is what won me the award.

My son, he is nine. He is at the age where you are not quite sure if he believes in such things as the tooth fairy or Santa or Easter bunny. He won't admit that he doesn't believe, he still says he believes, but the look in his eye sort of tells you that he probably is just humoring his old parents.

So, last week, he lost a tooth. Now last week wasn't one of my best weeks. I was feeling ill, lots of things were happening and so as it happens.....

The tooth fairy forgot to leave money under his pillow!!!!

So, we fake it and say, well, you lost the tooth last night, maybe she just didn't have enough time to stop by here...try again tonight.

Only the tooth fairy, didn't get the memo and forgot to stop by AGAIN!

How could this happen?? How could we forget two nights in a row??

To add insult to injury, he left the tooth fairy a note. I didn't know about the note until the second day.

It was a sweet little note. It said: Dear Tooth Fairy, How are you? I know this isn't my first tooth, but I was wondering how many teeth do you have? How does my tooth look? Does it have any cavities? Please write back. Love, The little man.

OH-MY-GOD!

Now what do I do? I do what any guilty feeling parent would do.

I write a letter to my son from the tooth fairy.

Dear Little Man,

I am terribly sorry that I did not get here on the night you lost your tooth. There were so many children that lost their tooth I was unable to reach them all in the same night.

As you can imagine, those teeth can get pretty heavy. I probably have over a million teeth that I have collected over the years.

I am happy to report that your tooth looks GREAT! It is very shiny and white and I am happy to add it to my collection.

Again, I am very sorry for the delay in getting here. Next time I will put your name at the top of the list. Until then, keep taking such excellent care of your teeth! Brushing and flossing will keep those teeth nice and shiny.

Love,

The Tooth Fairy




I found a very special header that had stars and said the Tooth Fairy and looked very official.

Of course we left money too.

But, the reason I win the award is because I think he has finally connected that Mom and Dad are the tooth fairy. I don't think we fooled him. I think he tried to test the waters and see for himself if she was real by leaving the note and I think she let him down.

~sigh~

He got the letter and read it, but he didn't seem overly excited about it. He finally crossed the threshold into the land of the real and I'm very sad about that.

I KNEW that he would get to this point. But I was hoping his innocence would last a little bit longer.

Well, I guess I'll go wallow in the baby books and lament about how big my kids are getting.

I might want to send back the santa suit too. ~sigh~

My child, the Senior

So, you all know that my wildchild is a senior in high school. Seriously, I'm not sure why you call didn't warn me about the cost, but PLEASE... I just keep my checkbook open and have checks already written to her school so I can save time when the next thing pops up.

Lets see, lets start with Senior portraits. YIKES! Why does it cost so much to take a picture??? Granted, she looks like a super model, but STILL! I had to shell out a couple hundred bucks for these pictures, she better look like a super model. Of course now we've been staring at these pictures for 2 weeks trying to decide which ones we want and which one will go in the year book. It's a tough choice when every picture is beautiful.

Yesterday she came home with another lovely packet to sort through. This packet is for the cap and gown. You would think this would be a fairly simple process, right?

WRONG! There are 3 packages to choice from. Everything from key chains to bling bling tassles. Oh, and these packages are anywhere from 60 to 100 bucks. HEH, that's just for the cap and gown.

Next, Senior announcements. The cheapest packet of those is 130 bucks. You only get 20 announcements. Oh, you also get the thank you cards and little name thingies and all kinds of things that we don't really need.

The part that bugs me is they only gave us 3 days to decide what it is we want. It's a lot to look and absorb and try and figure out. And why is it that I start looking at that stuff and I want to cry? I can't believe she is going to graduate. It's seems very surreal. I've been raising her all this time and now I feel like time is running short. Unlike Theresa I'm not worried about her leaving right away. She is probably going to the junior college we have here in town and who knows what she will do from there. But still, I know how awesome your senior year in high school is and I want her to cherish every moment of it. I know I am.

I will brag on the wildchild for a minute though. She got her first report card and she's got a 3.0 GPA. This is the first report card since probably 6th grade that she didn't get a D or an F on it. YIPPEE! She's been working really hard to keep those grade up and she has even had to take night classes because she is behind credits and won't graduate if she doesn't make these credits up. So she's been going to school in the day, getting home at 3:30 and then going straight to the other school campus to take her other classes. She takes those in a computer lab. Usually she gets home around 7. Makes me tired just watching her go, go, go!

Sad thing is, they have canceled all the plays for this semester and possibly for the rest of the year. I'm not sure why, but it's really sad, especially for the seniors as this is their last chance. She is really hoping they will have one for the spring semester. For her sake, I hope so.

Since I'm bragging I might as well brag about the little man. His teacher has informed me that he is the "big idea" kind of kid. He doesn't care about the details but he sees the big picture. He is very bright and he is a joy to have in the classroom. (his teachers words, not mine)

Now, I don't like to compare my kids, because thats like comparing apples and oranges, but I do like getting those kind of reports from my son. Never gotten reports like that before. Maybe he will be the "scholar" of the family.

So there you have it, my wallet, she is slowly being drained by my senior. My son is the big idea guy.

What more could I ask for? (A money tree would be nice)

Happy Birthday Paul!

Dear Paul,

It's been a privilege and an honor to consider you a friend. You are kind, considerate and compassionate. You always have words of wisdom and never have a negative word to say. Getting a comment from you is like getting the whiff of a sweet rose or having the sun shining warmly on your face.

I hope you have the best birthday ever! You deserve everything you get in life and more. I am honored that you stop by and visit.

Love and big HUGS!
grace

Hello!

I would officially like to welcome you all to my blog. My blog has been around for about 3 1/2 years. My blog is a mixed bag of everything you can think of. I've got stories about spanking (you have to look hard, but they are there, I swear!). I've got stories about kids (ahhhh, gotta love 'em.). And I've got stories about my life in general. As a matter of fact, if you look down to the last 2 posts you can find out how my mother-in-law changed from a christian to a muslim.

Believe me when I say, this is all very, very interesting! (Not really, but you ARE reading this, right??)

Anyway, in honor of De-lurking day, I invite you to leave me a comment. You don't have to leave a name, you don't have to leave anything but a "Hi".

If you still don't feel brave enough to do it, that is fine too! I'll still write when I can and when I can think of something interesting to write about. So feel free to stop by anytime!

As to those who come by regularly, thank you, thank you, thank you! You are insightful and encouraging and just plain fun! I LOVE you guys!

HUGS to EVERYONE!
grace

How this all came to be

The story of the muslim grandmother gets more bizarre as I tell you HOW she came to be muslim.

About a year ago my in-laws were over at our house for a family get together. We were talking about myspace and my MIL wanted to know what all the fuss over myspace was.

My sis-in-law was over as well. She and my daughter were busy fixing up their myspace pages. I mentioned that I have a myspace. I mostly have one to keep up with some friends from my old job and more importantly, to check up on my daughter.

Anyway, my sis-in-law showed my MIL her myspace and my MIL asked if we could help her make one. AS A JOKE (ha ha, turns out the joke is on us) we decided to make her a myspace page. At the time, she didn't really know much about the internet.

After making her a cool looking page we laughed about it, and then we all made her friends. (For those that don't know about myspace, you have a friends list and you have to accept people to be your friend.)

So, after we had our fun, she asked us what she does with it now. I told her to check it every couple of days and see if anyone left her a message. We all figured that she would just leave us silly messages and we would leave silly messages for her.

Well, we underestimated my MIL. Because she doesn't work outside the home, she has a lot of time home alone. She started spending more and more time on myspace. She started looking at other peoples pages and she actually started making friends.

After a while she felt the need to have a reason for her website. So she got on the bandwagon of peace, love and harmony. Sounds good right? Her website is all about everyone getting along and choosing to love one another. As of today, she has more than 4000 people on her site as friends.

I guess through all these people she met a muslim friend. She told us that she was witnessing to him and they were learning a lot from each other. Turns out, he talked her into being muslim. Don't get me wrong, I believe she is studying up on it now. I've seen the books and so I know that she is studying it.

So, that's how she became muslim. My father-in-law is NOT muslim. He told her she can do what she wants, but she can't try and change him.

There is soooo much more to this, I can't possibly type it all out here. She has always been a difficult person to get along with. I could tell you stories of the way she treats people in the outside world and her own husband.

Frankly at this point, I just don't know WHAT we will do!

The story

So, as I said before, my mother-in-law has decided to become muslim.

Why should I care? She has the right to be whatever religion she wants..right?

Let me just say before going any further, that I am perfectly fine with people being whatever religion they want. I believe in the right to worship what ever and whomever you want. I say, to each his own.

With that being said.....

I am having a VERY hard time with this!!! I think this would make me a hypocrite. Am I really a hypocrite? Do I say all the politically correct things, but in my heart I don't mean them???

How can this be? I've never thought I was THAT person!

I can't help it! I can't help feeling this way. I think I have very valid reasons for feeling the way I do. But I can't help feeling bad for the way I feel.

In all actuality I don't know HOW I'm suppose to feel.

Anybody want to help me with this?

Heres the scoop.....

My MIL grew up in a very strict christian home. She raised her 3 children in a very strict christian home. Very bible thumping. Bossman wasn't allowed to have a normal childhood. He couldn't spend the night at others homes, he couldn't play sports in high school or go to dances or football games. He couldn't even go to the movies and thought that if he did he would be struck by lightning.

Lucky for him, I showed him that God would not strike us with lightning if we went to the movies.

As it turns out, Bossman has resentments about the things he missed out on as a teen.

The same woman that put all that stuff in his head, has now turned her back on this religion????

Furthermore, what do I tell my children? I'm mostly worried about the 9 year old, as he is the one that questions everything and he is the one we are still trying to raise as a christian. Obviously the almost 17 year old is old enough to make her own decision.

The biggest and most worrisome problem is that her political views are WAY, WAY off what Bossman and I believe. Again, everyone is allowed their own opinion on politics. BUT, when I leave my 9 year old to spend the night, please don't tell him that the Americans blew up the world trade center. PLEASE!

You can believe that if you want. Since this is not a political blog and I hate talking politics, I won't go into whether I believe that is true or not. But I will say this, IF, and I am saying this hypothetically, IF I did believe that the americans blew up the world trade center I would NOT tell THAT to a 9 year old.

Did I forget to mention, my MIL apparently has NO common sense! Doesn't seem obvious that you wouldn't say that to your 9 year old grandson? Because if you were to say that to him, what do you think he's going to worry about??? How about coming home and asking mom what she thinks the americans will blow up next? How about worrying about whether the americans will blow up his town?? How about THAT????

So, what are my options?

Do I keep the kids away from their grandparents? That seems a little harsh, but I can't trust her to use common sense.

Do I now have to study up on muslim so when my kids ask me questions I can answer them intelligently?

See, we are raising our kids christians. When they become adults they can make their own decisions but right now, it's my right and obligation to raise them the way I see fit. I would never tell my children they can't play with someone that is a different religion then them, but then again, I would be able to explain that they are being raised different. To me, that's not a problem.

The problem is, their GRANDMOTHER is a HUGE influence on them. She has always been a huge influence on them religious wise. It wasn't that long ago that my kids couldn't wait to go to church so they could sit by grandma. Grandma would sing with the wildchild in church almost every week. I mean, in front of the church.

So, what is the right course of action? My instinct is to limit their time with her and not let her be alone with them without my husband or I there. Amazingly enough, she doesn't say inappropriate things when we are there. She knows better. But she thinks that because she is the grandma she has the right to say whatever she wants to her grandchildren. I don't think she has that right! AM I right??

I don't know if I'm right. Bossman and I don't really know what we should do. He is VERY upset that his mom has done this. After everything she put him through, he doesn't understand this.

We've talked long and hard about it. We haven't figured out anything yet. Funny thing is, she's told everyone else in the family...including our kids, but she hasn't "officially" told us. She knows it's not going to be pretty when she does.

So...What would you do, dear readers, if this was happening to you??

Off to read up on muslims........

Say what???

My very strict christian mother-in-law decides to become muslim!

Story at 11........

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I'm in a blogging funk. I don't have anything funny or witty to say. I don't have anything important to say in comments. I'm in "blah" land.

Life itself is fine. Everyone is fine. The little man is back to football. The wildchild is busy, busy, busy, being a senior and taking extra night classes to make up for classes previously failed. Bossman is busy at work and I, well, I am busy being babysitter to the worlds cutest baby.

But that doesn't leave me anything to blog about. I log into blogger almost every day. I have great titles to new posts. Great titles.

I got nothing after the title.

Spanking hasn't really happened around here. Life just doesn't seem to be making it happen for us. Thats ok.

So, what to talk about.........

I could talk about the weather. The weather report yesterday said it would be cool, hot, cool, hot. What the heck kind of weather is that? Frankly, California has the most boring weather. Don't get me wrong. It's usually very nice. Matter of fact, I don't own a winter coat. My winter coat is a flannel jacket. Mittens? What are those? Boots? Nah, I'll just wear my tennis shoes, thank you.

Actually, if it starts raining in California, it's a massive news story....

Welcome to the 6'00 news and Storm Watch 08'. Today it was raining all the along the coast. Lets join Sonya on location, Sonya?

Thanks Drew! I'm Sonya Summerview and I am out in the rain. Well, it isn't raining at this exact moment, but it could actually start raining again any second.

That's right, it actually got the roads wet today. If we pan the camera down, we will see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. Wow, can you believe the size of the puddle? It's at least 5 inches in diameter. People have been coming from miles away to see the first puddle of Storm Watch 08'. If the "rain" keeps up, this puddle could multiply. We could see puddles of this magnitude all over the region.

blah blah blah....That's the weather in California. B-o-r-i-n-g!

I miss having seasons. I miss the cold weather. Do you know that 2 christmases ago it was 80 degrees on Christmas eve? I was baking christmas cookies in a tank top and shorts. There is no such thing as packing away your summer clothes for the winter.
I know I shouldn't complain. In the summer it's 75 and in the winter it's 70.

See, told you I had nothing to write about.

Told you!

H-M-O, Hell's medical options...

Guess what??

The little man did NOT break his elbow!

This after countless hours on the phone and at the doctors, trying to get him in to see a specialist because NOBODY seemed to be able to read the x-rays.

Ok, they can read x-rays, but they couldn't see if there was a crack or not because of the swelling. There wasn't much swelling on the outside, but they showed me a black spot on the x-ray where the fat came away from the bone. They tell me this is probably blood pooling up in there causing a bruise. We took another x-ray a week later and the black spot is almost gone and they don't see a crack.

This is all very good news, but it still hurts him, so we are keeping it in the splint for another week until we get a final x-ray determining that everything that was said was true!

Of course, if it truly is not broken then he will go back to football in a week or two! HOORAY! The whole season is not lost!

I won't even tell you the HMO horror story this time. It's long, it's boring, and frankly it was just a pain in the ass. We never did get to see the specialist, but the specialist DID look at the x-ray! HMO's SUCK!

I'm pretty sure that HMO stands for HELL's Medical Options. I'm sure if I were to travel to hell right now, I would find a room full of people sitting on the phone trying to get medical attention. Yep, this room would be the torture room and only those that were EXTRA bad would be sent to this room. You would be sent to the room for ALL eternity, on the phone, battling the doctors and the insurance companies. You would be transfered to the next available customer service rep, only to be put on hold with elevator music. Once in a while you would get the recording that says:

Your call is very important to us. Please stay on the line for the next available representative. Your call will be answered in the order it was received. Then you would hear the music. I'm all out of love, I'm so lost with out you, I know you were right for leaving me so long....

OVER and OVER again!

Listen people, I've BEEN there!!! I know what it is like on the dark side and I don't EVER want to go there again. It's BAD people, REALLY BAD!


Well that's all I've got. Stay tuned next week when we dive into the wonderful world of PPO's. Are they better or do they just cost more?

Spanking anyone??

I would like to thank all the little people for waiting out the drought with me. Without you all my life would have been mundane and boring. I would never have survived such a long time without your little stories and thoughts. You were all my inspiration for carrying on with my life without spanking. By little people I mean all of you. Of course I know you aren't little, but since I'm on top of the world looking down, you all look rather small today! HA!

So, for todays menu, we started off with a lovely shower. The shower was warm and soapy, as all good showers should be. There was plenty of scrubbing, and plenty of rubbing, in ALL the right places. One of my most absolute favorite things to do in the entire world is to have Bossman give me a shower. Bossman takes care of me from head to toe, and I just float along in a soapy, steamy haze. It is truly the one time where he is totally focused on me and me alone and I just get drunk on soap fumes.

The second course was a spanking. I feel the need to share the fact that I am on my period this week. This certainly puts a damper on the whole sex thing. So I was quite surprised by this whole morning. So anyway, back to the spanking. We were in the bedroom and I thought Bossman was going to get ready for work. Instead he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over his knee. ACK! Remember my virgin butt?? It's not used to getting spanked, so even the hand spanking was pretty painful. I tried to get up numerous times, but he kept me over his lap for quite awhile. Although it was hurting, I will admit, it was quite fun. For some reason the word that keeps coming to my mind is...YUMMO!

After my tush was nice and tender and warm, he flipped me over and told me that he decided I was getting a spanking and an orgasm today. Wow. Could I ask for anything more? I THINK NOT!

So, after some rather yummy rubbing and touching and sucking, dessert came and it came HARD!

Needless to say, I have a wonderful morning.....

So, what's new with you?

Just when you thought life was getting boring...

I was enjoying the ho-hum of life. I was enjoying a drama-free environment. Life was humming along at a nice pace. The kids are back in school, the wildchild is doing great and the little man is doing great in football.

Maybe I should say, WAS doing great in football.

Last night at practice, the little man fractured his elbow.

Yep, nice little fracture that takes him out of football for the remainder of the season.

~sigh~ Does it ever end?

Seems the little man fell on his elbow wrong when making a tackle. Luckily Bossman is the head coach, so he was right there when it happened. Of course I was there too. We rushed him to the Urgent Care, which of course, had a million people ahead of us. Bossman called the ER to see if they were busy, but they were super busy and suggested we just stay where we were. I think we got there at 7 and finally left at 9:45. I suppose less than 3 hours for a wait isn't TOO bad.

The fracture isn't too bad, but I need to take him to the orthopedic doc so they can take a good look at the x-ray. It hurt him a LOT when it first happened, but as we waited it seemed like the pain was going down and he seemed to be getting better, so we were hoping that they were just going to tell us he sprained it or strained it. BUT NO! After waiting 2 hours for an x-ray, they tell us it looks like a fracture.

Anyway, he seemed to sleep ok last night, and didn't ask for any pain meds until this morning. I think the most upsetting part for him is not getting to play football. When they told him it could take up to 6 weeks for it to heal, he started to cry. My poor little man. Such a tough guy when it comes to the actual injury, but broke down when he found out he can't play the rest of the season. This next game was going to be the game that all the grandparents and aunts were going to come watch him play.

~sigh~

I guess I have to dig out that nurses uniform again. If only I could get paid a nurses salary!

RANT

Ok, this is a rant about a church. Just to clarify things, I am a Christian and I go to church regularly. This rant is NOT about my church. If you feel a rant about a church will upset, please feel free to click on one of the links on the side.
Now, lets let the ranting begin...shall we???


GGGGGRRRRRR...... I am so mad I could spit! Ok, I did spit and I'm still mad!

Here's the story. You all know that my sister recently had a baby. Not that I'm biased but he is probably one of the cutest babies EVER!!! He has the cutest little cubbie cheeks. He's got the cubby baby legs....WAIT...this is NOT about how adorable my nephew is!

Ok, Let me start the rant over.


My sister is unmarried. I KNOW! Lets all be shocked at the fact that my sister had a baby out of wedlock. Things like this just don't happen in todays world...do they??

My sis also lives with the babies daddy. AGAIN, shock! Close your mouths, I know it's shocking, but it's TRUE!

Now, my sis is planning a wedding. (After reading Ambers blog, this is making me nervous) But it's not happening until next summer.

ANYWAY, stop getting me off track, I'm trying to have a rant here!

So, my sister wants to have her baby dedicated in church. Do you see where this is going???

Now, my sis is not religious. The babies daddy goes to a non-denomination type church. My sister was starting to attend with him. They planned a baby dedication. They had the date and time. They had a bbq planned for after. It was all set!

So today, my sis comes to pick up her very cute and cubby little boy. (can you tell I'm in LOVE with this baby??) She is NOT happy. She says, the dedication is off.

Apparently, this church has said she can't dedicate her baby because she is living in sin with the babies daddy. SIN people. I would like to ask any of you reading this that are perfect and without sin to PLEASE e-mail me. I would REALLY like to meet YOU!

My sis was devastated. She could care less what everyone thinks of her, but for goodness sake, do we have to take it out on the baby?? What does this mean? Her baby isn't good enough for GOD because she is living in SIN??? GGGGGRRRRR

So, I called my own church. I asked my pastor what he thought. He said he would be happy to have a baby dedication. He said that anyone that is even thinking about religion for their child is doing a good thing.

Here's the bottom line. A baby dedication doesn't get you to heaven. A baby dedication is just the parents of an innocent child dedicating themselves to trying to raise their baby with God in their life.

It isn't a life and death situation, but in that moment, when my sister looks at me with tears in her eyes and asks me, why do they have to take it out on her baby? I realized that some people just have no heart.

I've always thought that church was the place where SINNERS go. Church was a place where you weren't supposed to be judged. Church is suppose to be a safe place. I realized today that even in church, you are not safe. You are still judged. You are still criticized for the way you live your life. It's just not fair.

I don't know whether my sister will accept the offer my church has given her. Although she was happy to know that not everyone in the world would shun her or her son, I think she may decide she doesn't need it. I DO know that my sister will NOT be attending that church that shunned her.

Sometimes I hate this world. It sucks. It's mean, it's hateful and it's full of pain. Do any of you remember the Coke commercial from the 70's? They are singing...

I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony, I'd like to buy the world a coke and keep it company.

If only life could be like the commercials. We'd have hot chicks with beer, we'd have perfect harmony AND we'd all have really cute cars.

That and great b-o-l-o-g-n-a!

*shew* rant is over!