OPPOSSUM IN THE HOUSE

Tonight at work, we got this call for animal control ....the complainant stated he had an oppossum in the house. He said it was in the Dining room and everytime he got close to it, the thing would scurry off. What did he expect, it to come running into his open arms. haha Even I wouldn't try to get close to one of those things, they hiss at you and let you know they got teeth!

One of the dispatchers asked, how did it get in there. I just couldn't resist...I said, it knocked on the door and he said come in. lol!!

Sometimes people ask the craziest questions, maybe she thought it was chasing him and he couldn't run fast enough and it ran in the house with him when he was trying to get away. Or perhaps he brought it in for a pet and then decided he didn't want it. Better yet, maybe he was going to have Oppossum for dinner since it was in the dining room, but it wasn't going for it. Maybe it was tired of living outside and wanted to come in and watch some tv, relax and enjoy the finer things in life. Who knows? He just said he got home and it was there waiting and watching him when came in the door.

I have never had to worry about an Oppossum in the house, so I wish him the best of luck getting it out of there, I can visual animal control and the complainant trying to corner it now. lol!

What about you, ever had an oppossum in your house???

THE WOMAN OF HIS DREAMS!!

That's me, I am the woman of my husband's dreams. I only let him see me at my best. I jump up quietly every morning before he wakes up, I take a shower, put on perfume, do my hair, makeup, brush and floss my teeth, etc, then quietly get back in the bed. I then pretend to be asleep and when he wakes up, I act like I am just getting up too. He looks at me and says wow, you look beautiful and you smell like rose pedals. I just reply Oh God made me that way, it's natural. lol!

I always have to get my manicure and pedicure, which he thinks are all natural and I never let my highlights start to show, I have to get my hair done every six weeks, never a split end, always flowing and beautiful.

Of course, I keep a clean house, laundry always done, beds made, bathrooms and kitchen sparkling, the smell of downy fabric softener, and chewy fudge brownies fill the air when he comes home, as I am leaving for work in my perfectly starched uniform looking as if I am ready for a promotion.

After hours, I put on my summer dresses with sandals, make sure I have tanned without him knowing it, so he thinks the glow is all natural too. I make sure his paper is laid out for him to read when he gets home. I take his shoes off and fix him a marvelous dinner. I always scratch his back when it itches, give him a massage if his muscles hurt and am just overall wonderful to him. And of course even if I did none of these things, I would still be the woman of his dreams because the man is just totally off his rocker crazy about me. He can't help himself, he's addicted. lol

I know you are all believing all of this and I don't intend to tell you any different. How about all of you other women out there, are you the woman of your husband's dreams? What about you men, have you met the woman of your dreams yet???

I BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!!!!

The story I am about to tell you is true. I know there is a God because I have had several things in my life that were miracles and I am going to tell you about one of them now, and I will share others with you later.

When Eddo was about fourteen years old his dad and I were Youth Pastors at a small church in the town we live in. Anyway, Eddo had this friend named Greg that lived down the street from us. He and Eddo used to hang out all the time, they rode horses together, they fished, watched movies, rode bicycles, he went to church with us, they did everything together. However at school it was different.

Greg didn't want anything to do with anyone at school if they were known to be Christian. So Eddo didn't exist nor did any of the other kids Greg knew that attended church. Gregg didn't excel in anything, he was short, had a big mouth and tried to walk around like he had his muscles flexed all the time. He wanted to be with the in crowd, but was never quite accepted.

So the story goes, it was Sunday, the sun was shining, the temperature was in the nineties, we were leaving church with about twelve kids from the youth group. We were all going to the lake to swim and have a picnic. Greg was with us that day and he had a new pair of glasses he was showing off to everyone. His mother had just bought them for him the day before.

Anyway, upon arriving at the lake, we got out of our vehicles and at that time, they had just put the lake in. There were paved roads that were now covered with water and lots of weeds. We arrive at the lake near this farm house of a friend we know and we park our car by this barbed wire fence. As we look ahead you can see the lake and the paved road that is leading into it that is now covered in water.

The boys all jumped the barbed wire fence, took off running and jumped into the water. They swam out as far as they could, then began to jump off each other's shoulders. They had been playing for about two hours, when Greg comes running back up the road to where myself and some of the teenage girls were sitting in the water. We were all about neck deep and I was just listening to them chatter about boys and whatever was on their mind.

About two hours passed and I see Greg running back up the road where I am sitting and I notice he is crying. I asked him what was wrong. He began to explain to me that the glasses he was wearing which his mother had paid about three hundred dollars for were gone, he said I can't go home because she will kill me for losing them.

I then asked him what he meant by his glasses were gone. He said he had not taken them off when he got to the lake and they had been diving and he had lost them somewhere in the lake. I asked when and where. He had no idea, he just knew he no longer had them in his possession.

Well, needless to say, I am a person that believes God can do anything. I used to always say if there is a God, then He can do anything and if He can't He is just like me, so I am not going to believe in Him. In other words, I let anyone know who didn't have faith or belief that the God can do the impossible that not only can He do the impossible, but he can do exceedingly more than we could ever imagine, he is not limited like we are.

I knew if there was a God and he is our creator then He is definately concerned about us. So I told Greg not to worry, that we would pray because God knew exactly where his glasses were and He loved us so much that He would help us find those glasses. At that time, my husband didn't have the faith I had and He gave me the ...here she goes again look, because I pray about everything. He then proceeded to tell me there was no way we were going to find those glasses in that muddy lake, he informed me the boys had been diving off of each others shoulders and we had been there over two hours and what I was saying was totally impossible. Well, I let him know that God is God and He can do anything and He would bring those glasses to me, that He loves us and cares for us and He was the only one who knew where those glasses were.

I then asked all of the girls and my husband to gather around, we called the boys up from where they were and we all held hands. I told them we were going to hold God to His word and claim the scripture that says .... If any two of you agree on earth as touching anything it will be done.

So I prayed and basically just said, God there is no way we will ever find Greg's glasses in this muddy lake if you don't bring them to us, we know you love us and you care about even the sparrows that fall to the ground, we also know you love Greg and care that he has lost his glasses so we are trusting you to help us find them. In Jesus Name we pray. Amen

Then I instructed the kids to go back to where they were and to start feeling around on the ground with their their feet and hands and to believe God would answer our prayer and bring the glasses to us.

About ten or fifteen minutes passed and I was feeling alongside the road, all over the pavement, when all of a sudden I felt a weed tickle my leg. I get creeped out easily, so I kind of wanted to brush it away, but I felt as if something was telling me to raise my leg up. I was sitting about neck deep in the water, so I raised my leg up and there were Greg's glasses on my leg. I grabbed them, jumped up and screamed. I was amazed!! and shocked all at the same time. I knew God would hear and answer, it's just that when it happened it was overwhelming!!

All of the kids started running where I was, Gregg grabbed me and started crying. I told Greg I felt the reason God had brought his glasses to us was to show him how much He loved him and that he was never serious about God, and it was time He gave some careful thought about Him and made some decisions in his life. With that, we all decided to head home.

SO TELL ME DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES???

Birth Order Factor and Your Personality

Are you an only child, first born, middle kid or the baby? See if you fit any of these profiles.


Birth order factor and your personality: 8 facts that might surprise you

Only-borns

Positives: Only-borns are the mega-movers of the world. They are task-orientated; tend to be extremely well organised, highly conscientious and dependable. They are keen on facts, ideas and details and feel extremely comfortable with responsibility.

Negatives: The negative characteristics of only-borns can be tough to handle. They are often unforgiving, very demanding, hate to admit they're wrong and usually don't accept criticism well. To others, they seem very sensitive and indeed, their feelings are easily hurt.

First-borns - Only child

Positives: They are natural leaders and often high achievers. The majority of politicians, spokespersons and managing directors are first-borns. They frequently live with a sense of entitlement and even superiority. They often come in two flavours: compliant nurturers/caregivers or aggressive movers and shakers. Both are in control; they just use different methods. As a rule, first-borns are picky, precise people - they pay attention to detail - tend to be punctual, organised, and competent. They want to see things done right the first time. They don't like surprises.

Negatives: They are often moody and occasionally lack sensitivity. They can be intimidating, particularly by pushing people too hard or refusing to take no for an answer. Sometimes they can be a bit 'know-it-all', and often they are poor at delegating - largely because they don't trust other people as much as they trust themselves. They also tend to be bossy, perfectionists and overly-conscientious.

Middle-Borns - Middle child

Positives: The classic middle-born is very relational, tends to be a people-pleaser and usually hates confrontation. Their basic need is to keep life smooth and their motto might be 'peace at any price'. They are usually very calm, will roll with the punches and are amiable, down-to-earth and great listeners. They are skilled at seeing both sides of a problem and eager to make everybody happy. That makes them good mediators and negotiators.

Negatives: They tend to be less driven than first-borns, but are much more eager to be liked - or at least be happy with them. They have a difficult time setting boundaries. They can drift into becoming 'co-dependent' as they try to please everybody. They are not good at making decisions that will offend others. They also tend to blame themselves when others fail.

Last-Borns -- Baby of the Family

Positives: Last-borns are the world's cheerleaders. You have strong people skills and love to entertain and talk to others. You make friends easily and immediately make others feel at home. You're an extrovert, energised by the presence of other people and you're probably not afraid to take risks.

Negatives: Last-borns tend to get bored quickly. They have a strong fear of rejection and a short attention span. When the fun stops, they've had enough and want to check out. To some extent they're self-centred. They may harbour unrealistic expectations of finding a relationship that is always fun - and of course, such relationships simply do not last.

I Dreamed I went to China

Have you ever wondered why you dream about going to places you have never been? Last night I had this dream I was in China and the Red Army was chasing me. I was running with these four Chinese people whom I am going to save. They spoke really good english, unlike the soldiers who were yelling angry words which sounded like Greek to me.

Anyways the Red Army was right on our tail. We were running through a small town, it was about dusk, the sidewalks were small and there were lots of plants and trees everywhere. We started to run up these wooden steps when all of a sudden I stepped down and heard this crack and I was falling, so I let out this blood curdling scream!

I knew the Red Army was going to get me. All I could imagine is torture, you know like being tied to a wooden rack and being stretched like a rubber band until you pop! I was so scared, the scream must've really been loud because, at that moment, my husband who was asleep beside me jumps up in the bed and yells .... Honey are you alright?

He woke me up when he jumped and I said, "Did I scream?" He says..."Yes! you scared me half to death, what are you screaming about, I started laughing and told him I was dreaming I was in China tyring to save these Chinese people and the Red Army was chasing me. He again told me, a little irritated at my laughter that I almost scared the pee out of him.

Needless to say, he gets up to go to the bathroom and I laid back down and went right back to sleep, but this morning he said he laid awake for over two hours after that because he couldn't go back to sleep.

A little while ago, I met him for lunch and he was telling me he was so tired because of my screaming and waking him up. It is so funny. I have woke myself up laughing before, but never have I screamed like that before! Hopefully tonight I won't be going to China, otherwise I may have to sleep in the living room. lol!

The Bill Of No Rights

Have any of you seen this? I just ran across it, somebody had some time on their hands....interesting though.

BILL OF NO RIGHTS

We, the sensible of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid any further idiocy, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great grandchildren, hereby try one more time to obtain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt-ridden delusional, and other stupid bedwetters. We hold these truths to be self-evident that a whole lot of people were confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim that they require a Bill of No Rights.

ARTICLE I
You do not have the right to a new car, big-screen color TV or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II
You do not have the right to never be offended. The country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone - not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc., But the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
ARTICLE III
You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful, do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all of your relatives independently wealthy.
ARTICLE IV
You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes.
ARTICLE V
You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.
ARTICLE VI
You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and kill you.
ARTICLE VII
You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in place where you still won't have the right to a big-screen color TV.
ARTICLE VIII
You do not have the right to demand that our children risk their lives in foreign wars to soothe your aching conscience. We hate oppressive governments and won't lift a finger to stop you from going to fight if you'd like. However, we do not enjoy parenting the entire world and do not want to spend so much of our time battling each and every little tyrant with a military uniform and a funny hat.
ARTICLE IX
You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have one, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities in education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful.
ARTICLE X
You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to pursue happiness - which, by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an overabundance of idiot laws created by those around you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.

TIME-SOMETHING WE TAKE FOR GRANTED

For some reason I have been thinking alot about life, about how short time is, how many things I want to do and how there is not enough time in a day to do everything I need to do, much less what I want to do. I take time for granted!!!

I keep running across all these things about time. The first one I noticed today said....Cigarettes shorten everything, time, money and life. I'm glad I don't smoke, but it still made me think of all the people I know who do. I wondered if they'd ever stopped to consider time.

Then later today I read something an American Soldier wrote about how the time in Iraq has changed her. She said the worst thing about being over there was that you have so much time on your hands that you notice everything about life and there is nothing about yourself that you can hide. Interesting to think about. Sometimes I don't have enough time to stop and think about life or to even notice until the end of the day when I lay my head down on my pillow and reflect back on the day.

I have even been thinking about how many times I have said...."It's about time!" lol! Funny, but I never thought about what I was really saying. But it's a true statement, it is about time.

And have you ever thought there is not enough time in a day, what about in a life, what about all the things you want to do, what about all the things you planned to do, what about now, are you doing what you thought you would be doing at this time in your life?

So now I am asking myself, what am I going to do with the time I have left. I want everyday to count. I don't want to waste anymore time. I want to make time to live, to love, to laugh to enjoy every moment I have left, to do everything I ever wanted to do.

Sometimes we get so caught up with working, doing what we have to do, that we forget to take the time to do the things we really want to do. We make all these excuses and don't accomplish what we could accomplish if we only stop taking time for granted.

I was reading Ecclesiastes the other day, I really think that book is about time. It talks about how there is nothing new under the sun, about the span of life, the meaning of life, and how so many things are meaningless. I just don't want to look back and wish I would of done this or that. I want to make the most of life (time) today.

How bout you? Ever thought about time and what you are doing with yours and is it what you really want to do, and what you are going to do with the time you have left? I am blogging the time away!!!

Not in a Blogging Mood Lately

Guess I've been tired this week, my allergies have been awful, anyone else out there struggling with the pollen count. Please let it rain!!!

Precious, My First Baby

This is a story about my first baby, her name is Precious. She was always a handful. When I brought her home from the hospital she used to sleep and she would pucker her lips like she was whistling. She would not stay awake in the day time, but she would stay awake all night.

I remember one night she was crying and her dad had to get up with her because I was totally exhausted. Anyway, when I got up the next day, his face was all scratched up. I asked him what had happened and he said Precious kept raring back and then would scream and cry and claw his face. He said, I'm scared of her, I don't want to get up with her anymore, I think she's possessed. I laughed so hard! I couldn't believe him. She was only about six months old. All it was is she was either teething or had colic and she was used to me getting up with her.

Anyway when I had Samantha, Precious was a year old and she would crawl into Samantha's bed all the time and put her in a headlock. She'd get sunglasses and put on her, steal her bottles, she was just constantly having to be with Samantha. She wanted to rock her, change her diapers, feed her and if I put her in her swing, Precious thought she had to swing her, Samantha didn't know what was happening. Precious loved her so much, she could not get enough of her.

It seemed like Precious watched every move Samantha made. One night I got up to get Samantha a bottle and I had just laid back down, when all of a sudden this glass bottle hit me right in the forehead. Then I hear this little voice yelling at me to Get Up and Get Me some more Chocolate Milk. It was Precious, she was between eighteen months and a year old. Needless to say I had this knot on my forehead.

It was then and there I decided it was time to wean them from the bottle. Of course that only worked for a little while, because Eddo was born a little over seven months later. Then Precious would steal the bottle from Eddo, she would suck on it awhile, give Samantha a little of it, then she'd drink it some more, then maybe she might let Eddo have it again. It just depended on how she felt at the moment.

I think back and I am so happy I had them so close, but wow it was hard. They are very close today, they are like best friends. I thank God for each of them and wonder why He chose to bless me in such a dramatic way! I am sure glad he did, because I can't imagine life without them!

UPDATE ON THE HAWAII TRIP

My son Eddo has arrived safely in Hawaii as of yesterday. He said as he stepped off the plane, he gave the Island girls the tilted head, suave Eddo charisma, charming look that he gives all the girls with long beautiful black hair, tan skin and grass skirts.

He stated he was a little startled that they weren't as reserved as he had heard. They immediately ran toward him screaming, trying to touch him, then started to chase him through the airport like he was some sort of Mr. Universe. He said they never hesitated a moment when they saw him, they acted like he was some kind of celebrity, he said he guessed they'd never seen a real muscular, lean, handsome dark skinned multi racial man before.

As always, he was humble, stated he knew he was a lean, mean muscle machine, but didn't realize it was that noticeable, he guessed the girls of the Island have extra sensory perception or something, they seemed to know what they want and go after it. He said he didn't run too fast though, so some of them could catch him... however they ripped his shirt to shreds and were fighting over him, so he had to make a mad dash for the exit and jump into a waiting taxi so he could take all of excitment in ...

As always....Eddo is having fun and excitement wherever he is. I wonder if he will find Mrs. Right while he is there??? Who knows? One thing is for sure, this will be a fun trip for all of us as we hear it unfolding in the blog universe the next ten days.

EDDO AND FUN IN THE SUN

Eddo's gone to Hawaii to have some fun in the sun. I wonder if I will be a mother in law when he comes back. I know he's lookin for the right one, so if he sees her in Hawaii and he falls in love at first sight, he will probably pack her up and bring her back. lol!

He told me he's goin on vacation, but I know Eddo, he never stops, he's always up to something, it's going to be a very interesting trip. He will see things no one else sees, visualize some new opportunity, fight sharks, ride dolphins and tame a whale before he comes home.

He'll have a new book of numbers for girls he meets, and a new job in Hawaii that he won't accept because he loves his life here, most likely he'll take over the Luau, teaching the natives how to dance and paint on war paint.

I can't wait to hear this one. That's all I have for today.....just waiting and knowing Hawaii will never be the same.

DON'T BE WEARY IN WELL DOING!

Today I got a call from two of the boys who were incarcerated at the Boys Ranch. Both of these young men didn't go home after being released because they both wanted to change their lives.
One of them is from San Antonio, he is nineteen now, has been out for about seven months. He is doing fairly well, still getting into some trouble with traffic tickets, minor in possession of alcohol, things that could of course be avoided, but all in all, he is working full time, paying for a vehicle, paying insurance, he has an apt, is paying rent and utilities, so he is learning and growing. The hard part is I have to remember Rome wasn't built in a day.

The other young man is twenty now, he is from Houston and he too has been in some trouble. But he is paying rent, working and learning the hard way. I know we learn our best lessons from our mistakes, so I have alot of mercy, I just continue to pray for them and hope they will find their way and become successful and not give up. I always remind them it's not how you start but how you finish that's important.

The thing that I have learned from working with these kids is it takes unconditional love, but also you have to remember they are manipulators, you have to be firm. But more than anything, I have come to be even more thankful for my own children. I thank God for them, for the wisdom God gave me to raise them because they did not come with a step by step manual, you learn as you go. At times I felt inadequate to be raising another human being but by the Grace of God they turned out pretty well, I give Him all the credit because I have some awesome kids!!! I'm sure many of you can relate!!!

Precious,Samantha and Eddo

I have three amazing kids, they are one year apart in age. They all have these creative, fun, crazy personalitites. I'll tell you a little about their younger years.

Precious, Eddie, Samantha and our German Shepherd "Queenie"

Precious was always full of spunk. Before she ever walked, I would put her in her walker and she would charge down the hall full blast, she always fell over, never cried, just hollered until I would get her back up so she'd could go again. She'd come into the kitchen when I was cooking and keep running into me, she'd make this funny sound like a horse when they whinney. As she got a little older she'd get her little fishing pole and go next door to the pond to fish for Perch. She loved to be in charge, she wanted to be the boss, so she could tell Sammy and Eddo what to do. She'd fight anyone in the neighborhood who bothered her brother or sister.

One day I was taking a shower before they had gotten up, Eddo wasn't quite a year old, Samantha was two and Precious was three years old. I went to their room to get them up, and they weren't there, I could hear something going on in the kitchen. Precious had pulled a chair up to the kitchen counter and helped Samantha get up on the counter, she was on the chair and Eddo was standing up by the refrigerator, near the chair. Precious was telling Samantha what to get out of the cabinet, she was handing the boxes to Precious upside down, so oats, flour and cereal were spilling out all over the kitchen floor and onto Eddo's head. Eddo had gotten into the refrigerator and gotten a can of biscuits and some yogurt, he had opened them and was sticking them to the refrigerator and cabinet doors. He was laughing because he was covered with cereal and oats, (see he was creative and funny even at a very young age). They were so excited when they saw me, they were fixing breakfast, I almost fainted!

There was never a dull moment in our house when they were growing up. Precious was always instigating something. Another one of her favorite things to do, was to get into the closet with Samantha and Eddo then jump up and down and pull all of the clothes down. I would hang them all back up and the next thing I knew they would be in there again.

This is one of many stories of Precious, Samantha and Eddo's childhood, I will continue to post more and share some pictures in the days to come.

What Are You Dreaming About?

Confuscious, the Chinese Philospher is quoted as saying...."I hear and I forget, I see and I remember, I do and I understand." It is in the doing that we finally appreciate and understand.

I used to daydream about doing this or doing that, but never got past the daydreaming. I would let my creative genius take off, I had all these ideas about what I would like to do, I could imagine it, I could feel it, I knew it could work, I could see all the possibilities, but still I was stuck in today land, never seeming to get to the doing. I had the seeing, hearing, remembering, dreaming part of it down, I knew the sayings....some people want things to happen, some people watch what happens, some people make things happen and some people wonder what happened. I was the watcher, I sat back and watched people around me making it happen and I used to think, I could do that.

It wasn't until this year that I truly decided to become a doer. Something happened in my life that opened my eyes to the fact that our life can be changed in an instant. It was then that I decided to start making things happen.

So long story short, my husband and I decided to stick our neck out and try something new. I have always wanted to invest in property, I have seen people do it and it worked for them, so we bought a piece of property, put a mobile home on it, sold it and made in thirty days what I make in a year. I had all kinds of people around me telling me it was a bad investment, that I wouldn't make any money, but I kept a positive attitude and held onto my dream.

My question to you now is What are you dreaming about? What can you do to change your circumstances? Do you have a dream that you could make into a reality? Can it happen? Not unless you do something about it! If you can dream it you can do, I believe that.

WHAT MAKES A MOTHER'S DAY?

The title of the sermon at Fellowship.Com in Grapevine this week is the title of my blog. I think what makes my day is my kids making me laugh. I love to live as each moment were my last. We really don't know how many moments we will have. I cherish each day and try to stop for a few minutes and close my eyes and reflect on all the things I have to be thankful for and sometimes I even stop and let my Father know that I am out of answers and don't know what to do next and He speaks to me in that still quiet voice and reassures me..He is in control. Thank God I am not, because I know I would make a mess of things.

Today was the greatest, we went to church, the jest of the sermon was once a mother, always a mother, from the womb to the tomb. That is truth!!! You think when your kids grow up and leave home, it's all over, but it really just begins. After Church, I was walking out with Eddo, giving him my latest motherly speech concerning, My Plan for His Life. As we were talking I was telling him the truck I picked out for him was perfect cause it fit him. He said really loud, MOM!! ARE YOU SAYING I'M A PIMP, THAT TRUCK IS ALL TRICKED OUT!! haha, I laughed and looked around hoping no one heard that, knowing that everyone did. He was laughing and I was thinking to myself, what am I going to do with him? Anyone out there have any ideas???

Anyways as for the rest of the day, we went to The Cheesecake Factory in Frisco to celebrate my induction into Sainthood, it was lots of fun, I was given so many gifts that I really didn't deserve... Eddo gave me my own domain, how sweet!!, then his sister Samantha gave me a big Rock with Love, live and laugh on it, and a bottle of Ralph Lauren Blue, then Precious, my oldest gave me a bottle of Ralph Lauren Romance and told me I am finally going to be a gramma. What a wonderful Mother's Day!!!

SORRY EDDO!

Hmmm! I was looking at Eddo's picture in the previous post and I realized he has on red socks and checked cuffs on his pants. I couldn't help but laugh. Who in the world would make a little boy's suit with something like that??? haha! Sorry Eddo, I guess it was the in thing back then. I am glad you don't pick out clothes like that now.

When Eddo was about fifteen he decided he was going to have his own men's clothing line and he was going to change his name to Javier. The clothing line was....Javier Edwards, the clothes that make the man! I am serious, the boy always had a gimmick or an idea.

Well that's all for today, gotta get to work.

The Day the Blog Master Was Born

Here it is, all you ever wanted to know about Eddo. Ha. Not really, he would kill me. Just a little post about the day he was born.

Some of you know Eddo as the Blog Master, some of him as a friend, mentor, brother, and some just as my son, but I know him as one of the greatest gifts God has ever given me, I cannot imagine what life would have been like if God had not given him to me as my son. I do not know why God loved me so much that he chose me to his mother, but am I ever glad he did. His sisters are just like him, fun, full of life and amazing.

Now back to Eddo....One thing I can tell you about him is he has always been full of surprises, he can be shocking, funny, very seldom serious, and He is full of joy and laughter like no one else I know, (besides his sisters). He is probably the happiest person I know. He knows who he is and what he wants. He may vent to you, but he justs wants you to listen, he already has it figured out, he just wants to let it out, so don't give him advice, he probably won't take it.

He has the biggest heart and loves the Lord, (at five he told the superintendent at the Christian school he was attending that he was going to be a preacher). Another thing about him ... one minute you can have him laughing and the next you can have him crying, just tell him a sad story or take him to a true story and the tears will flow. I could go on and on, but I won't, I will let ya'll in on a few secrets now and then, so you can find out the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

Now back to the story....before Eddo was born we were traveling around opening up TGI Fridays. We went to Houston, Atlanta, Indianapolis and then on to Columbus, Ohio. I really thought we would be there through Christmas and he would be born there. But....we were told to come back to Dallas, so three weeks after we arrived, I went into false labor three times. It was a cold, snowy day, the temperature was so cold, it was icy outside. I thought he would be a Christmas Baby, Little did I know he would decide this day, December 17, 1975, would be the day he would arrive. As I said when Eddo makes his mind up, there is no changing it.

I called my doctor several times that day, then finally told him we were heading to Baylor Hospital in Dallas. Upon arrival, they transferred me to Labor & Delivery. I got up to my room, Eddo decides its time. The nurse came in and I screamed at the top of my lungs.... "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!" Ha ha, when I think about it now, it is so funny. No low profile for me that day, I don't like to make a fuss, but that day, I could not quit screaming. The nurses started to wheel me to delivery, they pulled the rails up on the bed, my hands pried to the bars and I was screaming all the way to delivery, over and over I kept screaming somebody help me. They kept telling me they were going to...but when we got to the delivery room I wouldn't let go of the bars, they had to pry my hands loose, then I grabbed the doctor with one hand and the nurse with the other, they had to give me something quick, next thing I know I hear this baby laughing at the top of his lungs, (not really he was crying.) It was a boy, 8lbs, 14 oz, black hair, big brown eyes, tan skin, he was beautiful!

I was so happy, Eddo has two sisters, they are all one year apart. He was smiling immediately, as soon as I held him and talked to him, his eyes would search and then he would focus, he smiled, he won everyone's heart. God has blessed me in so many ways, but none as great as Eddo and his sisters, truly they are the greatest gifts God could have ever given me.

I will fill you all in later on more about the Blog Master Eddo, and his sisters...Precious and Samantha later.