Do You Believe in Magic?

And, I hope you do. You will always have a friend wearing big red shoes. Hmm...this Mickey doesn't have red shoes. So, either I have the song wrong (I always mess up lyrics to songs) or this Mickey (and the rest of them on the internet) decided to have a wardrobe change. Anywho, you get the point.

The Orlando Magic are playing tonight. I usually do not get excited about sports until the very end, too boring to follow the whole season for nothing. But, I am super excited about the game tonight. I have to support my hometown...O-Town represent.

My wedding song

Along with all of the other things that I had my bridesmaids do for my wedding...we gave out a wedding cd as a wedding gift. I have been listening to it at work. It is awesome. It brings back so many memories and reminds me why I love my crazy Hubby so much. This is the song that I walked down the aisle on. I remember the look on Hubby's face. I cried before I walked down the aisle. I could not believe that after every thing we had been through, that we were going to seal the rest of our lives together with a kiss.

Okay, I tried the load the song, but I have no idea how... So, here are the lyrics to the song:

James Ingram Give me Forever (i do) Lyrics:

Looking out, I see and I know just how much you're a part of me. I see you and I, together in life so there's nothing I wouldn't do, to make you my wife.

(Chorus) Won't you give me forever to show all of the love I have here for you. And if you give me my reason for living to love you, I love you, I do. With this ring, I'm bound. And I'll promise that I'll never let you down. To family and friends and the Lord above, I will swear I'll be true to you, to give you my love.

(Chorus) Won't you give me forever to show all of the love I have here for you. And if you give me my reason for living to love you, I love you, I do.

Oh baby, I love you, forever and ever I do.

Won't you give me forever to show all of the love I have here for you. And if you give me my reason for living To love you, I love you, I do.

To love you, I love you, I do.

To love you, I love you, I do.

No More Sippy Cup?

Last Friday, Sweet Pea's daycare sent all of her stuff home in preparation to promote her to the two-year-old classroom. She will be two on August 10th (I didn't have to think twice about her birthday, usually it takes me few seconds to remember, sad, I know). So, on Monday I sent back all of her stuff, including her sippy cup. On Monday afternoon, the daycare sent back her sippy cup in her lunch bag. Hubby and I just assumed the new teacher did not know that her sippy cup stays at school. Later, we find out that they are no longer using sippy cups, they give them cups to drink their milk and juice out of. What is that? My Sweet Pea is not even two yet. I should have gotten a clue from all the times she drank out of my glass without any accidents. I am not ready for all of these changes. I just convinced myself to start potty training her after she showed signs of being ready for a couple of months now. Ugh, where is my baby going?

I am in HUGE fan of Vanity Fair!

Now, this is more like it. This is what you call a sattire. I see the humor in this!

I Miss My Nana

When I was little, I used to spend my summers with my Nana. I adored her, she was one the coolest people in the world. During the summers that I used to spend with her, we would play cards, go shopping, go to bbqs, and just hang out. I admired her. She was strong and courageous. She got pregnant was she was 15 and had my mom when she was 16. She did not finish school, but as a senior citizen she did attempt to get her GED. She was smart. She used to do these crossword puzzles that came in the newspaper, I could hardly find the answers to two or three of the clues. She spoke (and still does speak) proper english and often corrected me on my grammar. I could often come to her to discuss issues that I know my mother would gasp about. For example, when my mom found out I had lost my virginity her whole world fell apart. I felt so bad and I called my Nana to talk about it. What was my Nana's reaction? She asked me whether or not I enjoyed it. That totally caught me off guard, but it showed me that although my mother tried fill in the pieces and raise me differently than she had been raised, she had forgotten some intricate parts.

I speak of my Nana as if she isn't here. And, I know that is wrong. It is just easier for me to remember who she was, who I admired, who I adored. It is too hard for me to accept the woman she has become today. It is too heartbreaking. I don't even like to call to talk to her any more.

My Nana has became an alcoholic. She is an alcoholic. Not to provide her with an excuse, but to give all of the material facts...she was diagnosed with fibromyalgia some years ago. I am not sure if you are familiar with this disease, but it is extremely painful and there is no cure. She describes it as someone continuously stabbing her all over her body with knives. So, to compensate for the pain she turned to alcohol. And, alcohol has taken over her life. The alcohol has changed her personality, drastically aged her, deteriorated her physical health, and emotionally scarred her family.

I absolutely despise it. Yet, I am susceptible to having a drink every now and then. But, I don't let it consume me. I don't understand why she has consumed her. She had a brother die from addiction to drugs and alcohol. She has an alcoholic sister that she had to endure and cover for during her episodes. Now, that sister looks 20 years older than her older siblings and she wears depends. But, all of this doesn't stop my Nana.

She cries out that she needs me and she wants help. She has gone up to the alter and asked God to remove the taste from her. I shed tears from joy that I might have my Nana back. Then, two days later she is at the bottle again. My mom, uncle, and aunt have tried to get her assistance, but nothing sticks. She is a drunk. She is not the Nana I used to know. She is Edith. I hate that she has done this to herself. I absolutely hate it. I have seen her fall, yell in a drunken stupor, urine on herself, unable to walk unassisted, etc. She came to my wedding with a extremely swollen black eye that she got from falling in one of her drunken stupors. She had to take pictures and spend the whole day with sunglasses on.

So, my dilemma. I need to grow up and accept the current situation. I need to call her, but I just can't bring myself to do it. She was drunk the last time I spoke to her and it was 12:15 p.m. (just a little after noon). I just can't bring myself to pick up the phone and hear her slur her words on the other end. That would anger me and break my heart once again.

The Walk of Shame

I have had an interesting morning and I just had to share. My co-worker came by my office to tell me about a group of us going to lunch. I told him that I needed to know whether or not they were walking so that I can decide to go. I did not want to walk because I was wearing heels and the only other pair of shoes that I had in the office were black, and that would not match my outfit. As I proceeded to show my co-worker my brown heels, I then realized that messing up my outfit with black shoes was the least of my problems. I had inadvertantly put on two different pair of shoes this morning - a brown open toe and a black open toe. And, the shoes were not the same style.

So, this is my shame for today...Both pairs of shoes were by the door as I was rushing out this morning. The possibility of mixing up the shoes briefly crossed my mind, but I figured that my feet would be able to tell the difference. So, I decided to forego taking the time to glance down at my feet. I can't even use pregnancy as an excuse anymore...

The world that we live in...

In His Word, God says that He is the same yesterday, today, and forever more. So, I do not understand why people get offended when others disagree with choices they have made in their life because it is not according to the Bible. Yes, it is your choice and God gave us the freedom to make said choice. But, that does not mean that it is the right choice.



I know that I have made certain choices and done certain things that are not in line with God's word. However, I have never tried to change the Bible or interpret it in a way to make what I am doing right when it is actually wrong. I have never and will never reject someone for the choices that they have made. I will love them all the same. But, don't try to make you are doing right if it is actually wrong.



This world is different from the world that I grew up in. There have been some good changes and strides have been made, e.g. Obama is running for President. However, there are some changes that make me cringe when I think what my daughter has to encounter as she grows up. It is going to be more difficult to instill in her what was basic knowledge to me when I was young. God said that if you raise up a child in the way of the Lord when he is young, he will not depart from it. My parents did this to the extreme. Although, I am not living my life 100% the way I am suppose to be according to the Bible, I cannot dismiss the Word of God that has been instilled in me. It is there. It is permanent. It is my guide on how to live in the world that we now live in.