How My Dad Became a Father at the Age 70

Gotcha!  I do not have a half sibling with a 40+ age difference....more

Raising My Grandchild

If you would have told me that I would be raising my 6 month old grandchild in my 40's I never would have believed you.  It was a time when I was newly married to my high school sweetheart.  My own children were grown.  I became a grandmother for the first time.  Little Sophia was an amazing blessing, and I loved being a grandma. daughter began making poor choices, and she lost custody of her child.  Sophia could have gone into foster care, but we were lucky enough to prevent that.  We began to raise her ourselves....more

Forever a Superman

Like many little girls, growing up I thought my dad was Superman. In my mind he was the smartest, funniest, most wonderful man in the world.  And then I became an adult and realized that while I loved my father very much, like most of us, he had his faults....more

Graduation Day

The real life , always something!

It's been few days since I been able to blog!!! I been worn out that I would crash out at end of the night! Started working again I love it but my feet do not!!!! Family and work and housework !!! Anyways it's been a good day so far ! My husband is making his famous spaghetti dinner yum!!!...more

The real life, always something

Had a pretty good day today slept in a little ( although I was up couple times early morning with my 2 year old grand daughter ) we actually got up for the day around 8:30am it's usually 6am....more

Grandma Jiggles

What do you say when your 7 year old granddaughter explodes with laughter "Grandma You Jiggle"Click here to read more...more

Story Time

When you stop to think about it, it is an amazing stroke of fate that any of us is here.  We are each so unique.  The chance of someone just like any of us existing has got to be close to zero, less likely than the chance of winning the Mega Millions (which, by the way, is now up to $253 million here in California)....more

4 Tips for Letting Your Toddler Help

It was 2:00 on a busy Saturday afternoon, and we had spent the day knee and elbow deep in the mud as we worked to install a new water line to the animal shed. We hadn't even had lunch yet, so I was in the kitchen trying to quickly shred some turkey for sandwiches. As I worked, my daughter pulled up a stool to watch. I felt myself getting annoyed as she inched closer and closer. I was hot, tired, trying to hurry, and I had almost tripped over her several times as I moved about. But, suddenly, oblivious to my frustration, she asked, "Mom, can I help?" ...more
This is a great reminder! My little one usually wants to "help" in the kitchen. Cooking, washing ...more