I am going for it.... playing the game of life...

I remember playing the game of life as a child,

you know, the one with the multicolored spinning wheel,

homes that slid into the playing board.

Then there was my favorite part,

the little mulicolored cars that could fit

all your pink or blue skinny, round headed kids.

Oh how I wish life was still that simple....

I always had to stop the younger nieces and

nephews from biting my children flat....

it was so tempting.

I remember those paper insurance affidavids that

I never bought because it was a waist of money.

I am leading some where I promise.

Yesterday, Ron and I started the proceedings to

finish up the last of our seperation and 

with doing this, I will be able to borrow

and buy the home I am in love with right now.

Ron came and looked at the home,

he has never liked an older home, always

wanted new so as not to worry about breaks, etc,

but shoot, some of the newer homes are not as strong as this one.

Long story, short,

(yeah, I know, its not short)

last night I signed a purchase agreement to buy the home.

I will still have it appraised as this young single momma,

has done lots of work since last appraisal.

(Thanks Molly, for doing most of the work for me! lol)

It is a scary move, Ron and I have been together since I was 15,

he 17, married in our very young 20's.

Aside from the 6 months in nursing school, I have never owned

or lived in a home solely my own.

Ron would rather me get a newer home although he 

agrees with me, this is a strong, well built home,

Yet, aside from what might be better to do,

I am going with my heart this time,

I am buying the older home I have always wanted and

never was able to get.

I am almost 52 I don't know what my life will be.

This is what I do know, for once in my life,

I will get the older home I have always wanted.

Those things that Ronnie sees as old to him,

is called character to me.

this young single mom, has done all the inside work for me.

It is move in ready, and this chick is ready.

So I move forward, buying another home while I still

have another on my name. Taking chances,

Tired of playing safe. I can afford it,

when this one sells, it will be paid for 

and I am ready to be who I am.

A woman who likes to be unpacked without boxes

all over home. A woman who likes to decorate

and make her home part of her.

I am excited to finally have a home that is only mine.

So many options, my head is spinning but this time,

my head is spinning all for good reasons,

I must have stayed up half the night looking at magazines

until I began so overwhelmed I had to go to sleep.

To the young woman, Molly,

Thanks for taking such great care of this home 

and doing all the hard work for me. lol

Thank you for having the same taste as me.

Thank you for leaving those things that make this 

home filled with character.

Most importantly, like I told you this morning,

if nothing else, we have made a new friend between 

the two of us.

I know you are just as scared, unsure, worried as I am

but we both got this. I am a firm believer in who I call

the Big Man, God, whatever,

before this home, I didn't press to get things done because

even though I found homes I liked it was not enough to 

make me want to do the scary changes I needed to do 

to make this buy something I could do.

WE will all be fine because I have this positive feeling about it all.

Now the journey of my single life will really begin.

 rounded doorways, be still my heart!!!! 

gas fireplace... heart palpitations....

I love character in this home!

 Not sure what to call this room it'l like this huge hall,

a hub that every room opens up to, one of my favorite

rooms!!! When the owner now, pulled up the

pink carpet, it was small oak panels throughout,

she had them all redone...

This, this little space, was where in the older days,

 the telephone sat...

sooooo glad the owner left it, I have 

the perfect old phone to put there!

This home is filled with things like this.

in love!!!!

I am jittery with excitement!!!

YOU KNOW THE FEELING....

We have all felt this before, the wanting of something badly.

I speak today of the home of my dreams, the one I know

the Lord has been waiting for me to find.

There have been homes before this that I fell in love with

and thought it was the one and then it sold.

There were others that I have seen and thought,

"Well, if this one sells I can settle for this one"

And then,

then....

there was "THE ONE"

from the moment I walked in, I knew

it is the one I am meant to own.

It is scary, Ron and I still have this one that

I have gone down on twice in two days because

i want this other one so badly.

When you walk into every room and you just

can see your things in there, you can

see yourself waking up there and feeling content.

So Big Man, I know you know my heart, you 

know my wants and needs, I pray to you,

Please, please let this big thorn in Ron and I's side

sell soon so that I can start my new adventure,

the new chapter in my life in the 

home that has my name all over it.

Come on, Big Man, work your magic!!!!!

Why I want to teach etiquette classes....

It's been a long time dream of mine

to teach etiquette classes.

I have always wanted to teach little girls 

and especially little boys.

How to open door for women,

how to pull out chairs.

Those things that when Women's equality came out

I guess Men decided it just was no longer

proper to do these things.

I, for one, being back in the dating scene,

love the old fashioned, open my door,

pull out my chair, 

shoot you can even order for me

if you know a restaurant better than I do

and know what I would like.

I am not a women's libber person.

I say that in honesty but I also have

things I believe that sounds like woman's lib.

I think women should be able to do and

say what they want, make choices for themselves

but when it comes to old fashioned being

wined and dined, I am for it.

Why I write this?

Friday night myself and two girlfriends

went out to Laberge where we had a

comp. night for the hotel.

An awesome band was playing, TOP CATS

and Cheryl, Kat and I danced the night away,

with each other of course.

I noticed this one man alone dancing and singing.

Being the people watching person I am,

I also noticed he had a purse over his chest,

the way us women wear it.

Clearly not his purse.

Minutes later a beautiful woman was at his side

and they now danced together.

Yet, that purse stayed around his neck 

throughout the night.

That is a man, not afraid to help his love

by holding her purse.

It is has, more than ever, made me

excited about this Etiquette classes I will be teaching

as soon as I can get myself settled in my own

home. Peace out all you real Men out there!!!

Bean is Four!!!

I know!!!! 

Already four!!!

My heart is so full today.

My very first grand baby is four!

Let me say a few words about this child.

She is unique.

I know some will say she is mine of course

I would think that but she really is different.

She has this undying love and nurturing for 

her baby sister.

Cannot pass near her without kissing her.

There are mornings when she hears Jbelle awake.

She does not go and let her Mommy know,

she jumps in the crib and plays with her sister

until they awake or fall back asleep.

She is high strung, little things that

don't go her way can throw her for  a loop

but she is easily brought back if you

use grown up words to explain to her

things. Well, sometimes.....

sometimes she lands in time out.

She has a deep, deep understanding of family.

Loves cousins, mommy's daddys

and babies....

oh my how she loves babies! 

Real ones and fake ones.

She loves books and to be read to.

In that way she is a  lot like me.

Yesterday I picked her up at school because

her Mommy was tied up getting her new car

and what did she want to do?

Have me rock her and read her some books,

oh a girl after my own heart.

WE love her sooo much.

However, she can argue her point to

where you think she is right.

Her beauty is something to behold and

she takes pride in that...

God knew what he was doing when he gave this 

child to her Mommy and Daddy.

Kuddo's to them. To see them with her,

rarely loosing their temper when she is high strung,

just putting her in time out and 

taking something away she loves, like her iPad.

Two children, her and tuts, so different,

but both nothing we would change for anything.

This child made me a Mumsie,

she came to me at one of the worst times of my life,

I probably spent more time with her that was healthy at

the time but she was my life line.

I will forever be grateful for my son and his wonderful wife

for allowing me to be such a big part in their lives.

Happy Birthday, sweet Jilly Bean.

NO words can say how much you mean to us all!!!

Geeze, how did we get so darn lucky,

see you this afternoon, Chucky Cheese!

childhood sleepovers..

I read an article today about a mother

who writes she will never allow her children

to ever have sleepovers at others peoples homes.

It intriqued me as to her reasons.

She expressed that she was sexually abusied twice

and both time were at sleepovers.

The first was a sleepover at her aunts where her uncle

sexually abused her.

Another was a birthday party and was abused by an

older brother. 

How terrible that a thing that should be so innocent and 

so trusting for a child, a right of passage,

is now one other thing a parent has to stress over,

the simple fact of sleeping at a friends house.

I must admit, I had my own reservations of these things

when baby boy and gypsy baby were growing,

It is why I much rathered the sleepovers to be at my house.

When BB had boys sleepover, they were always so kind

to let gypsy play also, but when bedtime came, she had

to sleep with me. I knew none of these boys would hurt

her but I, as being her Mother, had to take any stress

I may have over it, taken out of my mind.

There were few places I trusted my own children

to sleep and I questioned, questioned, questioned.

AS far as I know neither was abused but there was one

incident with both children that I had wished I had

kept them home. Neither was abuse but in both instances

I felt like I had not made the right choice for them.

So I can see how this author felt about taking no chances.

but I have to say, what about all the things that are

learned by allowing sleepovers and their own friends

to spend time sleeping at their home.

I speak now of my own grandchildren,

how their parents will worry.

I always thought I was against a young child having a 

cell phone and in many ways still am,

yet, If i had young children, they would have some

type of phone to call me no matter what.

So much for young parents to worry about.

Yet, there is so much good from spending time

at others homes as well as having friends spending time

at their own home. To see that families

are all different, none right or wrong, hopefully, but different.

AS young children, I loved when they had sleepovers at our home.

 I tried to spend as much time as I could with them.

The videos we made those days are still things that we love to watch.

They learned of different eating habits, sleep times.

So there are pros and cons of both.

I guess, if I were facing these things as a parent now I would

first know where they were going, well.

I would know their parents, siblings, sleeping arrangements.

I would make sure my child would have a way to call home

if they in any way felt like they needed to come home.

They may feel like you are being ridiculous but in 

these days, you have to be honest with children and let them know

exactly what you fear for them without scaring them.

Most importantly, I would try and make most of the sleepovers

at my home, When at my home, I know I would be the one

to make the rules, etc.

so you young parents who are just starting to have to worry about

these things, begin now to establish a plan.

And may God be with each of our innocent children

and protect them from anyone who takes it upon

themselves to take the innocence from our babies.

Love, 

Aunt Mumsie