I’m honored

A while ago, I was awarded the Rockin Girl Blogger award by a lovely blogger friend, Catherine. But for many reasons, including the fact that I sure as hell didn’t FEEL like a Rockin Girl Blogger, I haven’t made mention to it here, although I did thank her.

I really am honored when someone likes my blog enough to make mention of it in a good way and even more so if they want to bestow honors on it! I really enjoy blogging, even if it can’t always be on the subject matter that I’d originally hoped it would be. But this is, after all, my life that I’m blogging about, and no one is kinky ALL the time… well… at least not most of us LOL

So, then it took me a while to figure out who I would like to pass the award on to. I knew, of course, that my best friend angel would definitely qualify – she rocks in so many ways. (Even if she *IS* 10 yrs younger than me *hmph*)

Another “given” would be Peg, because she’s been here since day 1 too.

Melinda, personifies CoOl with her blog about everything BUT sex LOL

His Mija, a relative newcomer to my blog, has shown such compassion during my recent struggles. That totally rocks, to me.

and of course, finally, SkyWindows – she & I seem to have alot in common as well, even if she has way too much on her plate right now.

So there’s my choices for this award, which truly isn’t just another graphic to throw on my blog, but means something to me.

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and another thing…

yet another thing to be grateful for with my gratitude posting about hubby – I’m SO grateful that he has the emotional fortitude to hold our baby son down while the nurses have to jab him with those needles (3 today) – but have tears in his eyes while doing it.

Gratitude

gratitude n : a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation

For me, I really do try to be thankful every day for something. The other day, I was grumbling because stuff kept falling out of our freezer. Instead of getting aggrabated (My daughter’s term), I said out loud (I was on the phone at the time) “…and yes, I KNOW how lucky I am that having too much food can be considered a problem.” I really do try to look at those things like that – especially when my very ummm rambunctious 3 yr old, when she’s on my last nerve… I remind myself of how incredibly lucky I am to have her at all, and that she’s able to talk (& yell & scream) at all, when so many children in this country & world are so so so much worse off.

My point is, I am grateful for things every day and I try not to take those things for granted. Also, I did start this out last night, but then my “gratitude” person kinda pissed me off, so I had to throw it into drafts for the night LOL But regardless if I was annoyed or not, these feelings for him are constant (my gratitude, not the pissiness LOL)  Anyways, today my gratitude goes for having my man. My honey. My mate. My significant other. My Love.

As I’ve written many times, he & I haven’t always been the perfect couple. There have been times when I wished he’d go back to Tennessee. And then, he ::became::. I don’t know if it was some sort of mid-life crisis or what, but for whatever reason, he ::became:: the man I needed. The man I wanted. The man he was meant to be. He’s affectionate, he’s sexy, unbelievably so – and not just during “those” times – There’s nothing sexier to me than a man tending to his children. He’s smart and incredibly talented. He cooks, he cleans, he can and DOES do the laundry. He changes diapers, he soothes, he bathes, he feeds. He’s the best father a woman could ever want for her children. He’s put up with so much with me and my moods, my interests and my disinterests. He’s challenged me and my thoughts. He’s not perfect, but he’s perfect for me.

I know how lucky I am to have found a man that I can easily see spending the rest of my life with. I’ve seen what some people go through with their mates. The ones that they think (or thought) were their perfect others. The ones that continue to talk themselves into the idea that it’s a great match. I’m lucky in that I don’t have to do that. I can see his imperfections and know how to work around them when need be.

So today, I’m grateful for my love. The love of my life, to be sure. Even when he pisses me off, I still can’t imagine being with anybody else. I love you, honey.

today I’m grateful for…

the blogosphere. I know, it’s a weird one – but were it not for this new(ish) world that we have here, I don’t know what I’d do with all the stuff in my head. I don’t know that I wouldn’t be in therapy now. I also am grateful not only for the release it affords me, but also for bringing me friends, including my BEST friend, angel. She & I met through this medium and were fast friends.

That friendship really has grown and changed and though we’ve never met face to face, I trust her with my most deepest, darkest secrets and she shares hers with me. We’ve lost weight together, gained weight together, faced hard times and celebrated happy times together. It’s been nearly 2 years since we “met”, and I’m really glad to have had that opportunity, one that in other circumstances, I never would have. So thank you, blogosphere for bringing me a new chapter in my life.

Being grateful.

Yesterday, my (oldest) son looked out the window and griped about the weather. Now granted, it IS April, and he should be able to go out and play by now, but anyways, I said to him “you know, you ought to be lucky we’re not in Virginia. Look at all those people who aren’t going home to their parents, kids, husbands and wives tonight”. His facial expression changed immediately and he asked me not to talk about it anymore.

I do not shield my son from the horrors of the world. Well, I don’t let him WATCH them unfold, but I do tell him what’s going on. I keep him (generally) informed, because he needs to understand and appreciate what he has. Whenever he complains about his sister, I remind him of her age and of the fact that we’re very lucky that we HAVE a healthy 3 yr old baby girl who can drive him crazy, instead of one born unable to see, or talk, or walk. I want him to be grateful for what he has, because that’s ALL he has. Of course it’s not always easy to remember these things. Even for me – my daughter has been driving me NUTS lately, with her apparent jealousy over the baby. But I DO take a step back and remind myself just how incredibly LUCKY I have been in the draw of life – if 1 in 133 babies are born with autism, and my 3 haven’t, that’s a pretty good draw.

Hell, I’m just grateful that I am not one of these parents that apparently has no moral compass and can possibly do this to their child, or let it be done. I HAVE a heart, and it’s full of my children. Their health, their welfare and even their little butts.

It is with this in mind that I take up this challenge posted here. I may not get to it every day, but whenever I do post, I’ll include something that I’m grateful for.

Today, I’m grateful to have all of my children in one place, safe and sound. That’s the biggest and best to me.