He's In Love with Diane

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies....I couldn't compete! I had a handsome, bald, blue eyed fella with eyes only for one...and it wasn't me. It was Diane (a woman he works with). The sweet fella I pushed around the mall yesterday was a heart stealer. He stole mine. We would walk around the mall and he would say Merry Christmas and try to shake everyone's hand. He would smile big with his toothless grin. He would see the young ladies and say "She's pretty." I had to remind him to watch his manners once in JC Penney's because he felt a silky black dress of a woman's lower front....it was a mannequin and to his defense it was within his eye level and reach. He made smart purchases - wallet, small stuffed bear, a bright red Christmas T-shirt that will light up his face, and GUESS WHAT? Binoculars! After shopping, my girlfriend and I sat with her clients. They had ice cream and cookies for snack. My heart stealer ate up his treats and the next thing I know he looking at me with big eyes through his binoculars. I cracked up. Then he proceeded to scan the mall with them all the while saying, "She's pretty." I was putting on my lipstick in preparation to leave and I asked this Casanova if I was pretty and he just stared at me and said "Diane"! I give. But I won't give up my wonderful memory of a great day with Diane's man.

(Tami, thanks for the comment on yesterday's blog. I truly had a great time. It made my Christmas. I love being with you too! I am so glad we made a memory together. Love ya.)

Ladies, my morning went as planned pretty much. I walked out with a face Mary Kay would of been proud of...if it wasn't chubby and wrinkled. Why doesn't the chub fill in the lines in the right places? Oh well! I was thrilled at my decision to not clean house before I left. But in true form my husband surprised me and made the bed before he left. Today I return to the "Keeper of the Home".

My lunch with my friend was great if you don't consider the lousy service, and food mistakes. I don't usually complain about service because I know from experience in restaurant service that you can't always control the kitchen, and busyness can make wait staff absent minded but hey it was 1:45pm and we were one of 3 tables being served in the whole restaurant. Anyways, I will get away from that soap box. My friend and I planned our Christmas get together and talked about our boys!!! We had a sweet time catching up. I think if you have a friend that you don't get to talk or see each other often you should give them a call this month. Ladies, a little outreach warms the heart and you are reminded about what is so special about them. Usually, you learn they add to who you are. After some good conversation and giggles, we hug, we pay, and before we leave, we leave a good tip! Why is it that we feel guilt if we don't leave a tip for bad service? I believe we are to tip. My sister worked as a waitress for many years and she said girls put themselves through college, and moms buy their kids shoes with tips. I just wonder if we should reward bad service or attitudes. A while back I heard a preacher say on the radio, we feel more guilty about not leaving a tip at a restaurant than we feel guilt about not paying our tithes to God? What you think? I think he's right on target...right through my heart.

As for picking up my gorgeous son, yes I said gorgeous, and yes I am not apologizing for it, it was smooth. He was ready with his nice overnight bag, backpack and bag of LAUNDRY! Love the laundry! He smelled so good and gives such great hugs. He loves his Mama! We had some serious conversation about "the chicas" as he says. He is on his way to healing from recent break up. He has prospects but he is being careful. I told him to never forget he will always have his first girlfriend....me! Growing up kids is hard for me. I want to play mom all the time but they want space and independence. I am learning. My son Tim, who is also the cutest thing you ever seen, and ever so smart, and yes I am proud and yes I am not apologizing, has a name for me. He says I am a helicopter mom. He got the term from a Dr. Phil show. He has very little to choose from on satellite. I have cut the channels to near nothing. Anyways, I guess I hover around always wanting to know what's going on. I do. He's right. I think secretly he finds that comforting. He denies it I am sure. Cory and I arrived home safely to our dark, cold house. Tim was home with only 1 light on in his bedroom. It was a great night. I was tucked in bed early, and Kev and the boys ate junk food and watched a dvd. All was well!


To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there. ~Barbara Bush

I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. ~Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford, "Identity Crisis," M*A*S*H

Ladies, today I feel rich....cold....but rich! Lol!