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{August 21, 2011}   8 years ago today…..

I was at a best friend’s house hanging out, excited that I was going to have a new nephew soon. My first nephew.

It was a bright sunshiny day and I was getting ready to leave my friend’s house and go home. As I exited the trailer, I tripped down the few steps and fell to the ground. I automatically felt pain in my foot but I was hoping it was just a sprain or twisted ankle. My friend’s dad tried to help me up and as I stood and put weight on my right foot, it popped and I fell back down. I could clearly tell something was broken at that point. A few minutes later, the clouds rolled in and it started pouring down. There had been no rain whatsoever in the forecast, but it was still raining. My parents were called and I had to basically crawl up into the car so my mom could take me to get X-rays.

It was then I found out my new nephew had been born. I was so happy and I couldn’t wait to see him. Me and my mom had planned to travel to Austin after the birth to see him, but if my foot was broken, that would now be out of the question. The X-rays showed a broken fibula and detached deltoid ligament. All that for just a fall from a few steps. The doctor said usually only athletes have the ligament issue…apparently, clumsy people get athletic injuries,too.

Surgery was scheduled for a couple of days later. Without it, I would heal, but the next time I fell, even a small fall, my bone would end up breaking again. This would be my second surgery ever….my first one had been a few months before. A tonsillectomy. Guess this was the year of surgeries for me.

My surgery went well and a cast was put on my foot all the way up to almost my knee. I was given 3 months to recuperate and then I would have to do rehab. Not fun at all. Most of all, I was incredibly sad that I would have to wait to see my new nephew. It broke my heart.

I saw him for the first time that October when my sister came in with her hubby and kids for a family reunion. I was so excited to see him and get to hold him. He was so tiny and perfect. He had the most adorable heart breaker smile on his face already.

It took over 3 months for my foot to heal and I will always have scars to remember that fall. My stitch marks still haven’t gone away and it used to bother me. Now I don’t mind, my scars are a part of me.

I still fear going up and down stairs that have no railings. The thought is always there in the back of my mind, that I could fall again and break something. I’m resigned to the idea I may never be as comfortable with stairs as I once was.

I always thought it was strange how I fell the same day as my nephew was born, but now I think it’s pretty cool how something so horrible could happen to me and then at the same time, something so miraculous and wonderful comes to make me feel better. Yea, I had to wait a little longer to see him but I am glad there’s some GOOD that happened on August 21st…instead of just the bad.

Happy 8th Birthday to my nephew! I love you always!

I also want to say Happy Birthday to my blogging friend Dayle, whose birthday is also on this day! 🙂

My nephew started talking very soon and one of the funniest things he would do if his sisters picked on him was say, “I tell Daddy!” It was so cute!  He also would sing gibberish while riding in the car and sometimes he would end up singing himself to sleep! But the most adorable thing I will always remember is on my 23rd birthday when Hurricane Rita came through and I was stuck at home with no electricity. The roads were all crowded with people that had evacuated from Houston and other parts and had run out of gas. It was turning out to be the worst birthday ever. But then….my sister called to wish me Happy Birthday and put my nephew on the phone. As soon as he uttered the words, “Happy Bird day”, it cheered me up more than any present ever could. Just two little words and even a dark house couldn’t hold back the light of joy I felt.



{August 20, 2011}   Evil Pirate Bums stole my tent!

I bet you’re wondering about my strange title. Nobody stole my tent….I don’t even have a tent. But we DID see a beggar on the side of the road in Austin that had a sign that started with this. It provided a real good laugh….a beggar with a sense of humor. But then, me being me, I started thinking…what if it’s NOT a joke? What if there really were some bums and the leader had an eye patch and a bandanna on his head and they came and stole this guy’s tent!?

And this story was just one of many this past weekend in Austin that had me laughing. Here are some more of the LOL moments I had with my family…for your enjoyment!

Actually, there were a few things that occurred on the road before I got to Austin. If only I could have mastered the art of taking speed photos while driving, MAYBE I could have snapped a photo of the eighteen wheeler that flew by me with shark teeth around its front grille. Seeing as Shark Week wasn’t that long ago, I started to wonder if maybe land wasn’t even safe from sharks anymore!

The next incident on the road was funny to me, but probably not the other person. While going through smaller cities, I am one of those rare people who actually slow down. Obviously, not every one else does this, so as always I slowed down and this red car kept going along the same speed and passed by me. Well…grr….I’ve seen this happen countless times and they always get away with it, ALWAYS. Not that day, though. Out of nowhere, I see flashing lights in the distance and I KNOW I haven’t done anything wrong. They pull over the red car and I continue on my trip. I couldn’t help but laugh a little…maybe this is wrong of me, but it was nice to finally see someone that disobeyed actually get stopped for it.

A little later I came across a work zone with cones set up where I literally felt like I was driving through an obstacle course. The cones swerved right and left, going from one lane to the next. Some of them had obviously been knocked down so I had to slither like a snake through the downed ones. I felt like I was doing one of those special traffic courses…I was actually sad the cones weren’t there on my trip back. 😦

Then, my first day in Austin….we went a couple of places in my sister’s new minivan. I really love that thing, too, especially the little video screen in the middle where you can see behind you when backing up. I quickly learned another example of new technology on this trip. My sister and youngest niece went into H.E.B. to get a few things, leaving me, my mom, and my other niece in the van. Sara(my niece) wanted to make the music be heard in the very back of the van, so she started pushing buttons by the radio. All of a sudden, the van started asking about hooking up your bluetooth. None of us could figure how to get it off this and back on the radio, so I really thought my niece had broken my sister’s new ride. It was asking all sorts of silly questions and we were all making jokes about the situation and cracking up. I even told her there could be an Eject button somewhere that would throw us out of the car! All of a sudden, I heard my voice repeated back to me….it recorded my voice! What is this, a spy van? Then it started asking for voice responses to do several things, one of which was to Delete the Audio player. So my niece was like, DELETE….and she then got a response of “Name too short”. At this point, we were all cracking up so hard, I’m sure people passing by were wondering what was wrong with us. She DID finally get it off there, but she didn’t even know how. My sister came back without a clue until my niece told her to push the same button she had tried and it got it back on the bluetooth thingy….At that point, I started laughing again and told my sister that she had broken the van. She got it off the bluetooth thing right away, though…not sure how. Sara said she had the magic touch. I think so….but by laughing, my sister KNEW something was up and got the whole story.

Sara cracked me up a lot that weekend, though. Like later that night when we had supper. We had chicken and pork ribs where the ribs were like T boned shaped almost. She carried a bone in the living room and asked me what I thought it reminded me of. I told her, it was like a cross….but without the top. She then told me it looked like a Longhorn(bull)…then there was a slight pause and she added, “or Ovaries”, said with a straight face.

Then her dad wanted her to take her sister to the barn, drop her off at this ice cream place for a meeting and pick her up. Since Sara needed gas, he figured this was “on her way”. Sara disagreed, left the room and came back with a small dry erase board and some markers…..she then started drawing a rough sketch of the path she would have to take and describe how the gas station was right here(very close) and the other locations were further off so it wasn’t exactly on her way. I laughed through this whole explanation just because of the way she drew it and described everything….but the funniest moment for me was at the end when she made this face and did this over exaggeration with her voice while stating how she would have done ALL THAT when, “All I wanted was some gas, you know?!”

My favorite moment of the weekend with her was definitely going to the bank drive through, though. Apparently, before this time, she had always used the business lane where you just hand your money right to them to deposit. She didn’t know this was the business lane and I’m sure they let her get away with it….because bless her, she’s a blonde and she definitely has her moments. But this is why I love her.

My sister pulled up to the lane where you get one of those cylinders, open it, etc. You all know this already, right? Well….my niece first picks it up, looks at it, then asks, “How do you open this Space Container?”…..Laugh 1 ensues…She does manage to open it herself, places it back in the slot, then sits back down. A minute later, my sister tells her she needed to push SEND…..Laugh 2….She replies, Oh, duh and pushes SEND. She then tells them what to do when they ask her and they return the slip to her. As she takes the receipt and starts to put it back in the slot, I make sure and let her know NOT to push SEND this time. The funniest part is that she would have probably if I hadn’t said anything. So I start imagining this scenario and telling her how they would then be asking her, “Did you need something else, Ma’am?” to which she would have replied, “No” and they would have told her that she didn’t need to send it back when she was done! Then Sara realizes that if we hadn’t been with her, she would have sat there for a while with the money in the “Space Container” and the bankers would have had to tell her to push SEND. As we were laughing and talking about this, you could tell the bankers were smiling and kind of giggling, too….I really think they may have heard us. Oh, the things the bankers end up overhearing….

And now, for the last funny moment of my weekend, that is IF you’re still reading. This story has to do with my soon to be 8 year old nephew. On Friday night, my sister had taken my youngest niece to the barn to feed and work her animals and my nephew was at home with the rest of us. He had been busy playing and as his dad heard my sister’s van pull in to the garage, he told my nephew that his mom was going to ask him why he hadn’t take his bath yet. So my nephew decided to hide. His hiding place? Behind the chair I was sitting in. So he climbed up and over to get behind the chair and told us all not to tell. My sister comes in and a couple minutes later, asks where my nephew is. Everyone tells her they haven’t seen him in awhile and I motioned behind me to my sister and mouth the words, “He’s behind me!” without speaking aloud. She then smiles and decides to play along, hollering for him all over the house and asking where he is. My youngest niece decides to let the dogs in, one tiny toy rat terrier and one 4 month old Bassett Hound/Pit Bull mix. Lulu, the rat terrier, likes to take her bone and hide it under the chair I sit in, probably cause it’s the only one with enough space under it to do so. The other dog, Princess, likes to try to follow her, but her girth often keeps her from going as far as Lulu can. Well…you probably guessed the next part. Lulu runs under there and Princess follows. I can then hear them under my chair fighting over the bone and I can feel it under the seat as well. In my mind, I am seeing my nephew hiding behind the chair and the dogs fighting right in front of him. This makes me crack up and my sister also finds it pretty funny, since we know where my nephew is. I can feel my nephew poking the back of the chair and whispering SSSHHH to make me be quiet. Finally, my nephew must have scared them or something cause they run out and take their fighting elsewhere. My sister is still pretending to look for her son and his dad(my brother-in-law) decides to say, “This would be a good time to go into his room and get rid of a bunch of those toys he doesn’t need.” Well…my nephew didn’t like this very much as I could tell by the poking in my back. Then my sister leaves the room for a moment, my nephew pops up and tells his dad, ‘Shut up” about the giving away of toys and goes back behind the chair. My sister tries to pretend she has a gift for him to get him to peek but it doesn’t work. It had probably been about 10 minutes and he was still hiding…..then Princess got this look on her face and started inching toward my chair. She was clearly looking under the chair at something and started to quietly bark and growl. My sister and all of us thought this was hilarious and started a game with her. We all asked her, ‘What do you see under there? Is it a rat? Go get the rat!” Alas, she only stood her ground and kept growling for a while, then simply got bored. Just when my sister was going to have to admit she KNEW where he was, she got a response from him when she yet again told him to come out from wherever he was. A voice clearly coming from behind MY chair said, “If you give me a present, I’ll come out.” My sister told him no gift and he better come out from behind the chair. To that, the response came, “I am not behind this chair.” Kind of makes me think of the Wizard of Oz that was NOT behind the curtain….

He DID come out, though and we laughed about the whole thing for quite awhile. I love my crazy family….especially during the good times.

I’ll end this post with a quote by Agatha Christie I read last weekend in an older issue of Reader’s Digest. I think it really sums up last weekend and how I feel about my family.

“It is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them”-Agatha Christie



I absolutely can NOT believe that I’ve been doing this Post a Day challenge for over 8 months now…It just doesn’t feel like it has actually been that long!

Summer’s nearing an end and here where I am, I’m very happy about that fact, especially if it brings cooler weather and of course, RAIN. Bring on the Fall!

This 5 Question Friday was brought to you by:

On to the questions!

1. Do you close the bathroom door when you are home alone? Usually, but not all the time…I have to know that the front door is locked , though2. You have to walk around with a word on your forehead. That word describes you. One word. What is it?  

Probably silly or crazy 🙂3. What store do you refuse to shop at and why?  

Really expensive stores where I can’t afford ANYTHING probably…like Gucci or Prada….for example. As far as other stores, I don’t think there’s any I would completely refuse to shop in, maybe I wouldn’t shop for myself but if there’s something in the store that I would buy for someone else, I would go in there4. If you participated in arranged marriages for your child(ren), who would you choose for your child(ren)?

I don’t have children yet, but when I do, there’s no way I would be for arranged marriages. I would just hope they found someone who would treat them well and love them unconditionally.5. If you could pick how and when you would die, would you?  

Yea, possibly….I would definitely pick to die in my sleep peacefully….as far as the when, I don’t know what age, but I would hope I would make it to old age…. 




Even if you don’t live in Texas like I do, you have probably heard on the news or read somewhere about our lack of much needed rain here. At last look, there was only one county in the whole state of Texas NOT under a burn ban because of such dry conditions. When I step outside on to the grass, I might at first mistake the crunching under my feet for leaves and think it’s Fall, but the heat lets me know I’m wrong very quickly. It’s not leaves that I’m hearing, but the sound of yellow, dry grass that has died from lack of nourishment. A huge majority of places around Texas have dead grass and some even dead trees that have fallen due to no rain. The lake levels have dropped quite a bit. In fact, earlier this month a lake within 30 minutes of where I lived got so low that another piece of the space shuttle Columbia was found.

Lake Travis in Austin,Texas is at less than 50% capacity due to the drought and on my trip back from Austin, I saw where many lakes and ponds had gone down dramatically since the last time I had driven through. The lack of rain was a huge topic during my weekend trip to Austin and back as well as the impact it has had.

There was another D word that was sort of intertwined on my weekend trip. It was a word that I remembered as having a bit of a stigma once in my life. The word is death. I remember back when I was about 9 and had a younger friend who lived down the street from me. One day we were talking and I don’t remember exactly how the word came up, but I mentioned death. The girl’s mom completely freaked out like I had just said a cuss word and told me, “We do NOT say that word in this house!” At that time, I didn’t understand what was the big deal. Death wasn’t a bad word, it happens to everyone. Now that I am older, I really think the mom must have experienced one or more horrible losses in her life and was just honestly afraid of the thought of Death. I haven’t seen her or the girl in almost 2 decades so I’m not sure if anything changed, but that memory of Death being considered in the same league as a cuss word sticks with me strongly to this day.

Drought causes death among plants and sometimes animals. I already knew this, but it seems like my weekend was full of that reminder. I had the misfortune of seeing both a dead skunk and raccoon on the highway first….well, I smelled the first one more than saw it, but nevertheless, that was the beginning. Those two were obviously roadkill and nothing NEW to roads in Texas or anywhere else. It was the third animal I saw that shocked and surprised me.

I was on the lookout for this type of animal and I never could have guessed my first sighting would be in this way. First I saw the shape laying on the side of the road in the grass, then as we got closer, I saw the brown and white…..a dead cow. 😦 It didn’t look as if it was hit by a car, but I suppose that was possible. Since there weren’t any other cows close by, I feel like it was more plausible that the cow had wandered off(which they ARE known to do) and had passed out due to the heat and/or drought. I probably will never know the real cause but it saddened me to see him or her lying there.

The next day brought the news of a funeral for a drug Deputy dog who had simply collapsed while on duty and the people thought he had just laid down for a bit. Knight, a 2 year old German Shepherd, dead of heat exhaustion. I cried a little as I heard the officers describing what a good dog he was and how much they loved him. That same day I heard about a goat that had died recently at the barn my niece goes to to work her animals. They had to feed their animals early in the morning and then late in the day due to this. Supposedly, feeding the goat too early in the extreme heat caused its death? Not sure how that works….but definitely all these dead animals were freaking me out.

Thank goodness that was the last dead animal case I heard that weekend. All that talk of drought and death definitely put a somber mood on the weekend……thankfully, I have a super crazy family that gave me a lot of moments to laugh about and bring me out of the doom and gloom mood. We definitely STILL need rain here in Texas, though. Please send any unwanted rain OUR way.

Be on the lookout for some happy, funny moments from my trip to Austin last weekend. My post on Saturday should be about this!



{August 17, 2011}   Weekly Photo Challenge:Entrance

Entrance to one of the Missions in San Antonio

The entrance to Purgatory?

Predator sitting above the entrance to Horror Room at the Wax Museum in San Antonio

My niece Lydia(about about4-5yrs. ago) posing by the entrance to a building at the Indianapolis Zoo

A safe way of entering a shark's mouth(My niece Hannah at IND. Zoo)

My WWW Wednesday for this week has been canceled. I haven’t got any further in reading any books since last week so I thought it would be useless to do one this week. Maybe I will have more of a chance to do some reading THIS week.



Seriously…..I’m not joking…They are EVERYWHERE! Roaming free. I have no problem with this myself.

Today I met one of my best friends and her little boy at the Zoo so I could hang out with them for awhile. First we went on the little train which literally makes me feel like a giant in a miniature world. Not just because I’m tall but also because I take up more space all around!

My friend is currently taking classes to become a veterinarian and she absolutely adores animals. She has worked at our zoo before as a volunteer zookeeper and I know she would LOVE to work there as one of the animal trainers someday. She talked to me as we walked through the zoo, telling me about different experiences feeding the animals and what that was like. Then she told me how they used to spay the peacocks but there were such an abundance of them now that they just couldn’t afford it. So there is literally peacocks all over!

They are beautiful birds and we saw many baby peacocks among their mommies…I even snapped a couple of pics, they were just too adorable! But at one point, I made a comment to my friend about how they needed birth control for the peacocks!

Baby Peacocks! 🙂

Surely, you agree from these pictures, that these birdies are just too cute, right?! 🙂

Near the end of our zoo trip, we saw a little girl, probably between 8-10 years of age bawling her head off and screaming at the top of her lungs, “I want to go home! Get me out of here! They’re everywhere.” I asked my friend if she knew what the little girl was going on about and she said she thought it was the peacocks. I figured maybe she went up to one of them and tried to pet them or something and they chased her so she was scared. As far as I have seen, if you don’t mess with a peacock or its babies, it will not mess with you at all. These birds were walking right beside me all throughout the zoo and never made me feel fear at all. My friend’s little boy is just 3 years of age and he wasn’t afraid either.

We stopped at this little water fountain so my friend’s little boy could put his head under the water and cool off some. It was around noon so it was cooler than in the afternoon, but this is Texas and it was still high 90’s probably, so it was still hot. He asked his mom to put her hair under the water but she didn’t want to. Like me, she has naturally curly hair but she straightens her bangs….if she got them wet, they would curl. I was hot myself and I don’t have any bangs. My hair was clipped on top of my head, so I dipped my head under the fall of water to cool off myself. It felt good, but not even 2 minutes later, my hair was dry again. That’s just how hot the sun was…even in the shade.

As we walked away from the fountain, the little crying girl had probably not progressed through the zoo even 50 feet from the point we first saw or rather heard her. She was still screaming at the top of her lungs and freaking out. Me and my friend could not see any peacocks anywhere near her and during the few minutes we were by the fountain, neither of us saw any of them go near her. To me, it just didn’t seem normal for a child to be so afraid of peacocks….. My friend’s little boy asked why the girl was crying and I told him she was afraid of the birds. This explanation was quickly followed by me stating that peacocks were nothing to be afraid of at all and not scary birds….as long as you don’t pick on the birds, they won’t bother you at all. He seemed to think this was a good enough explanation because he didn’t say anymore about it and didn’t seem effected at all by it.

Speaking once more about these birds, we came across a few feathers here and there that were shed by them and my friend’s boy would pick them up and carry them around. He ended up gifting me one of the feathers before we left.

My feather gifted to me by my friend's little boy 🙂

This was the first time I had ever really held an actual peacock feather. It was so light and so beautiful, so sparkly and as my friend’s boy found out, it was also ticklish. When I got home, I looked closely at the base and saw how much like plastic it looked and felt there. Very interesting!

I saw other animals at the zoo, of course, but a vast majority were snoozing away or relaxing in the water so while I saw them, not very many of them really intrigued me. And just when I thought the peacocks would be the main highlight of my zoo sightseeing, we stumbled across the raccoons. OK, sure, we have raccoons all over East Texas as well as probably most, if not all states, but these two interested me. The first one I saw was a “chubby” one….not sure what they fed him OR her but he was very round…and he or she was floating along to the other side of the little pond area in its exhibit. I walked over to see what it was doing and it was in the corner, sniffing away and playing with something. We later figured out it was a bit of rock that had broken off from the wall. The other raccoon looked like a normal sized one and was at first laying inside a hollowed out log staring at us. Then it walked to the back of the exhibit and appeared to be pacing back and forth. My friend held out a hand as if she had food in it and he quickly ran to the edge of the water area and got on its hind legs to see what she had. He quickly figured out she had nothing and he was over it so went back to his pacing. She tried it again to no avail, as the raccoon was wise to her tricks now. Before we moved on from the raccoons, he DID come close to the edge again but this time it was to see what the other raccoon was up to and play with his own bit of rock. I really enjoyed watching them play. They seem like they could be such fun, sweet creatures if trained to be rather than the aggressive little critters who forage for food in the trashcans. Something tells me the chunky coon would have gotten stuck though….I’ll let you determine that for yourself….

"Chubby" in the corner with "Pacer" to the right of him or her



Since I missed 5 Question Friday due to my weekend trip, I decided to do it today…then I noticed the place where I usually get my questions from was taking a hiatus this week due to a vacation. Fortunately, one of my other blog buddies, Stacey, made up her own 5 questions so she could still participate. So I am answering her questions for my belated post.


  • What was the last thing you filled out a written application for?  It was so long ago, but I believe it was for Nelson Research….trying to see about a job with them
  • Where did you last apply a Band-Aid?  I believe it was my finger a couple months ago….I found a small cut on one of them but never figured out what I did…that is always happening to me!
  • When were you last required to apply some elbow grease to something? Just this past weekend when I was cleaning up in the bedroom and cleaning off my nightstand
  • What is your purse/bag/briefcase like?  It’s an XOXO purse I bought at Ross…It’s like this grayish-silver color and has the X’s and O’s all over the purse with silver handles….I think it’s cute but I hate that it doesn’t have long straps so I can put it on my shoulder
  • What was the last item you returned to a store? I honestly have no clue….I hate returning things so I usually end up forgetting to….



Literally…..

Before I left for my trip this weekend, I made 3 To do lists…One for what I wanted to take on my trip, One for what I needed to accomplish before I left, and an extra one for tasks I wanted my husband to accomplish while I was gone with an acknowledgement that they might not ALL get done, but as long as some of them got done, I will be happy.

My list making usually starts and ends with just before I go on a trip….I never used to do this until I got tired of leaving things behind a few times too many. Now I simply can NOT pack without a list and so far it’s worked splendidly. In fact, THIS time I added a few extra tasks to my to do list that I normally would have procrastinated on…just to give me a little more incentive to get them done. Surprisingly, I got them done and there was just an added joy from being able to physically mark the tasks as done…not only in my mind, but on paper.

So….I started thinking…if the “To do” list works so well with me when I do them before a trip….maybe I should consider taking the “To do” list to the next level. I’m sure some people consider making a list rather boring but I actually really enjoy it. I love typing things out and I love to make lists….in fact, in college for a few of my lab hours in Theatre, I took inventory of the costume room by writing down the descriptions of clothes and numbering them and I actually LOVED it. No exaggerations…I really found it fun….so maybe THIS could be a key to helping my procrastination.

I’m going to put forth a huge effort to make “to do” lists at least once a week of things I want to get done. I think I will try to also break it down into small tasks so it doesn’t seem as overwhelming…like clean the bedroom today, clean the den tomorrow or even just clean out the desk, to break it down even smaller. From there, I will attempt to follow my task list the best I can and see if it will make a difference or not. Maybe if I start out small, I will be able to get into a good habit like I did with blogging, and start to break away my procrastination for cleaning.

I think being able to check off each task and then be able to sit down at the end of each day and visually SEE what I did each day will be great for me. This week will start my “To Do” list plan and I will update everyone later on to let you know if this helped me at all.

In the meantime, do you think “To Do” lists are a good idea to get things done? Do YOU actively use lists yourself and does it work for you?



My hubby LOVES to sit in bed next to me reading the news on his phone while I am usually reading a book. Frequently, he will read something funny or interesting enough that he will interrupt my book reading and share with me. The other day, I was not reading, but watching a show and he was reading our local newspaper on his phone. He then blurted out that two people got in trouble while fighting over a baby bottle. My first thought was, Seriously, people? Of all the things to fight over! Then I started picturing scenarios in my head…Was it two mothers at the store that needed a new bottle for their baby and there was only one on the shelf? But surely even in that case, they weren’t THAT desperate, right? There are many stores around here, even if we aren’t the biggest city in Texas. No scenario my mind could conjure up could explain any suitable reason in fighting over a baby bottle. In fact, the idea makes me think the ones fighting need a baby bottle more than their baby….acting like that in public is truly “acting like a baby”, don’t you think?

Later that same day, my curiosity got to me and I decided to look at the website on my computer and see if there was any more about this case. Well, it turns out not really. It was reported in our local daily police reports BUT I did find out it wasn’t just 2 ladies like I had originally thought. The report actually states, “A discussion over a baby bottle turned into a physical fight between a woman and her ex-boyfriend Sunday.”

Well, this is a cliffhanger…Did the woman get mad because the ex forgot to return a bottle or possibly lost it? Who knows? Sad state of affairs that a physical fight between a man and woman occurred no matter WHAT the reason because physical abuse should never go on BUT the fact that it occurred over a baby bottle leaves me shaking my head in wonder and frustration. Sometimes grown-ups can act worse than babies and in this case, I wonder what happened to the innocent child in the mix. I hope the baby wasn’t around to witness the violence.

Sometimes life IS truly stranger than fiction when you have cases such as fighting over a bottle….and you laugh at first over such a crazy notion, but it’s also a sad thing and a sign that somewhere are two “parents”, whether they are actually adults or not, who really need to WAKE up and GROW up.



{August 12, 2011}   Not your Average Friday

Since I am not privy to the questions for 5 question Friday until late Thursday night and I am currently out of town and away from a computer, I will be delaying MY questions and answers until I return from my trip.

While you are anxiously awaiting my 5 question Friday, you MAY be interested in taking a brain grade test.

*You will be asked to create a user name and password at the end of the test*

After you get your grade, it will offer you training exercises that will help improve your memory and attention. This test was featured in The New York Times, Los Angeles Times, ABC, and NBC. The training program was designed by neuroscientists and provides detailed feedback . You can get a full brain workout in 10 minutes a day! Try it out if you’re interested and share your grade, if you’re not afraid. 😉

Unfortunately, some courses and games on their site DO require a subscription, but the free ones I played were quite fun and good training AND while I was looking around, I noticed they have some courses that target ADHD as well as help people with traumatic brain injury, people recovering from cancer and people going through Post Traumatic Stress Disorder….so this site, lumosity.com is a great one.

For those interested, I got a Braingrade of B….it seems the MAIN things I need to do to help my brain more is exercising more as well as eating more fish and food high in antioxidants. Things like blogging, playing board games, doing puzzles and having close friends are good for your brain and I seem to be doing well with that side of things. 



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