Going to be better...

It has been forever since I have been on this. To be honest I am not good at keeping blogs or journals. I don't have a reason not to, it would take a few moments out of my day and yet here I am pretending like it is too much. So I plan to update, to be better. I guess I am working on the better me. I like who I am but I want to do what I can to make myself even better. So I will post again. This is a promise.

All men dream: but not equally - Thomas E. Lawrence

Lately I have been thinking about the many dreams I have had that never came true. It isn’t as if I get a hopeless feeling because these dreams are turning into realities, it is just one of the fact of life. Sometimes our dreams don’t come true, the choice is to dwell or dream again.

My daughter still isn’t making too many waves verbally, not in the way I would have thought she would. She babbles more and makes sounds. She lovely to be sure, but the fact that she is severely delayed in language leaves her feeling frustrated… and honestly me too. She can’t tell me if she isn’t feeling well or if she I hungry. The only word she can really use to answer me is no. I go through a lot of ‘nos’ to get a yes.

I know in the end that it will be okay. My dreams had adjusted for her. Instead of dreaming of college I dream of her just being happy. Maybe she

I think I might cry the day she says: “Mommy, juice.”

It has been forever…

I haven’t blogged in forever. I guess that is fairly obvious to those of you who actually follow me. At the moment I am just trying to distress. Today is going to be a really hard day.

For the most part, I am prepared. I hope that today not only brings the diagnosis that will help us receive the quality programs that we need but also a little justification. I’m tired of having to defend myself to everyone.

I know people try to be supportive but nobody can understand what it is like to be in my situation. Sophia will be my one and only child. I want her to be happy and healthy and the idea of her never having a typical life makes me sick. Can you imagine never having friends? Or never really speaking? It is insanely scary and I don’t know how I can not blame myself.

I have to leave here around 1 ish, now it is 11. After the appointment today I have to go out and be happy with my friends. And frankly I don’t know if I can. I guess we will see.

Anyway, sorry it has been so long.

Until next time...
Flawed

Spring is in the air!

I’m swept up with spring…

and a special thanks to Google for the fun image. I love Eric Carle and to be very honest I am ready for winter to end.

“We have eyes, and we're looking at stuff all the time, all day long. And I just think that whatever our eyes touch should be beautiful, tasteful, appealing, and important.”Eric Carle

I wanted to honor the end to what we know as The Girl’s Next Door…

With my close friends...





Create your own FACEinHOLE

What Kind of Superhero Would You Be?

You Would Be a Upstanding Superhero

You are alert and observant. You can see through people easily. You know who's evil and who's good. You need a lot of freedom in your life. You like to do your own thing, and you don't fit into any normal mold. You understand people quite well and often know what others are thinking. Because of this, you can get people to do what you want. You are a shapeshifter who fits in with almost any group. You can get along with anyone. You're quite flexible. You are a true philosopher. You are thirsty for wisdom. You are trying to figure out the meaning of life.

What Kind of Superhero Would You Be?

Communication

I saw this comic and it made me laugh and reminded me of myself. My best and I are always talking about how it is just easier for men to be friends and maybe it is because they are simpler about communicating. I know we women complain about men being emotionally dull… or not talking about things enough, but maybe sometimes that is best.

I know both sides aren’t great, but what about a happy medium?