I wish the peace that the beautiful spirit of IZ brings to my heart when I listen to this song to anyone who happens across my blog.

Lucky I'm in Love With My Best Friend

My Sweet Baboo



I am so lucky. I never thought I would be happily married for nearly 16 years, and more in love than the day I said I do. Allen is my best friend. We are everything to each other. He is my other half. He never judges. His eyes never stray. He is always patient. He laughs because I laugh. He keeps his word. He is my life.

Antton and Mooma's First Halloween

Antton's getting his first piece of trick-or-treat candy



Our Little Froggie



Antton and Mommie



Antton and Mooma



What a Great Day!!!

Where is the Mooma Guide?

My happy-go-lucky sweet grandson, Antton, is one of the greatest gifts I have ever received, but I have found it more difficult to be a grandma. People say being a grandparent is wonderful because you just spoil them and send them home, easier said than done!

I don't know when I'm overstepping the boundary between Mom and Mooma. I have only been a Mom, and just like a new parent hopes their new baby will come with an owner's manual, I hope deep down for a manual of my own. I only know how to be a Mom. I worry like a mom whose child is away from home all the time. I worry like a mom about his safety, health, happiness, education and anything else I can think of to work up a heart attack.

I miss him so much when he is not here. How could you not want the perfect baby around all the time. He is so happy, he hardly every cries. I just want to keep him whole and safe from all of the dangers of this world that would threaten his wonderful happy disposition.

I guess, like a new mom, I just have to learn as I go how to continue to be the best Mom and Mooma I can be.

Call it the end of the semester or call it Senioritis...

I just recently learned about a thing called Senioritis, um because apparently, I have it! How crazy is it that you dedicate so many years of your life pursuing a dream only to begin the countdown to self destruction months, weeks, days even minutes before reaching that goal! And all of it seems to stem from the paranoia of not reaching that goal. What the...? What a heyday that revelation must have initially made for the psychology profession.

Why do we do that? Sometimes I think my head just might explode, actually most of the time. A sad side effect from the pressure of Senioritis, from what I have seen, is people taking up long cast away self destructive behaviors to cope with the pressure of it all. I must admit that after 7 years of being free, I have become a slave to the cigarette again because of my weakness under the pressure of Senioritis, and family stresses which have exacerbated my Senioritis.

I find it all so sad and confusing. How does it come to this? How did I get like this? Will it go away when I graduate? What if I go to grad school, (which I need to do in order to be what I think I want to be "when I grow up.") So many unanswered questions, so little time, Sr. Research is currently screaming in my ear..."You don't have your paper done. It's due in half an hour. What are you going to do? You are going to fail. No one is going to believe you've put the time in because it lacks evidence. Where are the studies? Where are the studies? WHERE ARE THE STUDIES?" And with that I must go turn in my long on effort, short on results D or F paper....Kaboom! There it went! I've gone and lost my head...again.