Ailes brisees

Dans l’esprit et le coeur, la brise laisse ailes brisees..

Questioning My Faith

Please excuse me if I ramble but I have a lot on my mind.

This morning I found out that a family friend was given 6 months by her oncologist.

Not too long ago I had a best friend diagnosed with Breast Cancer. She has a son in Elementary school. She has finished her chemo and radiation and her hair is finally growing back. We call it her mark of courage.

I lost my best friend years ago due to pneumonia, she was a quadraplegic. When she died her daughter was about 5 years old.

I lost my parents several years ago..my mom first then my dad. My Mom never saw my beautiful son. I like to think she would have been proud.

My son would ride his scooter over to my dad’s Hospice bed and spoon feed him scrambled eggs. “Papa Fries” is what he called him. I like to think my Dad knew who he was.

Dr. Mays, one of the best Cardiologists I have ever had the pleasure of working with, died along with his young son in a Motor Vehicle Accident. His wife and young daughter in the back seat of the Land Rover survived.

And there are more..

What about the prayers that go unanswered? The ones that you get down on your knees and beg for.

What about the one you fall for..and pray for..but just doesn’t see how much you care or just can’t accept it?

What about when you pray to some how undo what you have said in the heat of the moment when you just can’t find the words yourself?

What about the times you lay in bed alone at night and pray for peace of heart and it never comes?

What about the time that you close your eyes and take a deep breath and pray that the one you love feels you with them and knows you care?

That’s my question..What about all the what if’s?

Where are you God when I need you?

 

 

 

 

Thrifty is not a bad word!

So let me explain something about “popping tags”. Yesterday I dropped $300 on a pair of jeans and a bottle of Chanel perfume.  How could I do this? Because the rest of the time I am a thrifty spender. Do I shop at Goodwill?  Yep. Am I a bargain hunter? Yep.
It’s all a state of mind..look at it as getting the most out of your hard-earned money with recycling as an added benefit. It’s almost a must in this day and time. I drive a nice Expedition but the cost of gas will just about knock you to your knees. I have a descent three bedroom, two bath home in a nice,  safe neighborhood. I buy my son the best..Nike, Under Armour,  and the like. He goes to a private school. But..he knows the value of a dollar. He has over $100 dollars in his wallet as pure spending money. He plans on buying an Ipod Touch or an IPad.

So, am I ashamed to say that I “pop some tags”..hell no.

 

POP SOME TAGS!!

HOLLA..ain’t no shame in bein’ thrifty!

A great Valentine’s song

One of my favorite songs!

A Valentine’s Card

I just got one of the best Valentine’s cards from my girlfriend in South Carolina that I have ever gotten:

I love you like a back-alley hooker loves crack!

 

Now if that is not love I don’t know what is..

Protecting Our Children

Way to go Orange Beach Elementary in Alabama (yes, I said Alabama).! This school is fighting back for the children!
The school just installed a new system where all the faculty will wear panic buttons and they will have ARMED security officers. From what I can understand when a panic button is hit blue lights go off, the school goes in lock-down and the police are called.

I commend this Elementary school for taking action to protect the students.

Do I want my son to have to go to school with armed officers and wonder if a shooter will come to his class? Hell no, but it is a reality today…like it or not.

To anyone out there that would think to harm our children.. we are going to protect them from you one way or the other.

Rick who??

Please tell me that someone else out there remembers this song!  Goodness do I feel old!

Bad Ass Bitch

I feel absolutely obligated to post this just as it was sent to me this morning.

The young lady who sent this to me via text is a very good friend of mine. She stands about 5’1, she speaks very softly, and always calls me “Miss. Cindy”. She is extremely efficient in her profession as a RN and part-time ED secretary. She is so quiet and unassuming that I was elated when she sent me the following text:

“Read an interesting quote today”….’Wake up every morning and tell yourself that your’re a bad ass bitch from Hell and that no one can fuck with  you and then don’t let anybody fuck with you’.

MIRROR IMAGE

When you look in your mirror who do you see?

I took a good long look in my mirror this morning. I thought to myself “what has happened to YOU?!”

I didn’t like who and what I saw.

It’s time for change..