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“I’m Stupid”

This simply worded sign caught the attention of my family while traveling home from the beach this past weekend. We had just gotten to a long stretch of highway that has proven many times to be an endless, boring ride. The sign was written on a large index card with a thick, light pink marker. The person who’d made the sign had it posted in the window next to where she was seated; the front passenger seat. Accompanying the sign were strange actions she’d chosen to display to everyone passing by; a means of demonstrating the authenticity of her sign. With a blank look on her face, she’d press her nose against the passenger window, dragging her face down a bit until her nose resembled a pig’s nose.

She was a pretty blonde girl who looked to be in her early twenties. Our first impression was that her mother, who was driving, had made her mad and this was her means of retaliation. The next impression I’d gotten was that she truly had a mental problem; thus bringing out feelings of sympathy. Finally we determined she was doing it for fun, to break the monotony of the long ride. Her silliness went on for miles. Back and forth our vehicles would go within the mixture of numerous cars, motor homes, buses, and an endless list of other vehicles, all traveling in the same direction. However, after reaching our turn off, we knew that was the end of our entertainment.

Being the silly person that I am, I started referring to our entertainer as “STUPID.” I meant no harm, it’s just that we didn’t know her name and I was only referring to her as the name she’d given herself. I’d make comments like, “Recon where STUPID’s at? I miss STUPID!” And finally, I pretended to cry and said, “STUPID needs me, she needs me to build up her confidence.” We laughed so much over one simple act this girl did to bring laughter to others; she truly freed us from boredom!

Our last pit stop was a short one before facing another long stretch of highway. Of course STUPID was brought up once we were on our way, but she was just a fleeing thought. Suddenly my husband looked in his side view mirror and yelled, “Here comes STUPID!” Excitement burst from my daughter and me as we began twisting in our seats to look at the vehicle approaching us from behind. Sure enough, STUPID had caught up with us, and yes, her sign was still posted.

Since we were nowhere near a popular visiting site, the highway was quite bare. STUPID’s mom blew past us, taking full advantage of the wide open road. It was at that time I’d come up with the idea to write a reply to STUPID’s sign. Finally we were fast approaching a traffic light that would give us the opportunity to be on STUPID’s side of the car. When we’d finally come to a stop, a guy in a black truck was parked beside STUPID and her crew. He’d got them to roll down their window (STUPID and her sister who was sitting behind her) and was chatting away. He was eating up our time at the traffic light, and our time to connect with STUPID. ARGGG, this man needed to move up so we could show STUPID my sign! Finally, just as the light had changed and the traffic began to move, my husband sped up until we were side-by-side with STUPID. My daughter held the sign up in my husbands’ side window, “AT LEAST YOU SPELLED STUPID RIGHT!” is what was displayed. At that point Silly Ole STUPID rolled her window down revealing her and her mom rolling in laughter. Obviously they hadn’t got, nor were they expecting, a written reply of any kind; much less one pointing out a positive from her silly negative persona.

What I took away from STUPID’s silliness is, though she didn’t care what first impression she’d left with others, she was willing to do so to break the tedious ride home for those around her.

So STUPID, if by chance you’re reading this, my family and I want to thank you for bringing a smile to the faces of everyone traveling Hwy 501 in S.C. and 601 in N.C.

Best Wishes to You Girl  🙂


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As we celebrate Mother’s Day, I’m reminded of a mother who has more than her precious child on her mind, more than a wonderfully handcrafted card she’ll get as a keepsake. No, this mother has a murder charge hanging over her head that technically, she’s not guilty of. If you’re thinking about the Arias case, she’s not the one, as a matter of fact; I don’t think she’s a mother.

I’m talking about a young girl in N.C. who was in her kitchen preparing dinner one day when she heard someone calling her name from outside. Her three year old girl was busy helping her mom fix dinner for the family of three as well. To find out who and why her name was being called, she went out her back door to see who it was. When she looked across the way, she saw a rival of hers that appeared as if she wanted to fight for reasons unknown.

Walking out into the street, the mom was surrounded by her rival and two others, all with the intensions of ganging up on the young mother. After a swing of her fist, the rival made contact with the mother’s face. Acting on reflex, the mother swung her arm around toward her rival. Unbeknownst to her, the knife she held in her hand made contact with the rivals throat… slashing her juggler vein. Hearing the young rival scream out, “You cut me,” the young mother runs. Where? No one knew. Within two minutes the 19 y.o. rival was dead.

In a split second the young mother and her rival’s life had changed forever. As it turns out the two girls were set up. A third person, a 40 y.o. woman, had gotten in an argument with the young mother earlier that day. In turn she beckoned the 19 y.o. over to do her fighting for her. After it was all said and done, friends and family members of the two girls put two and two together and knew who should shelter the blame.

Unfortunately, the local deputy’s didn’t see it that way. No, they got their girl… the one who swung the knife. Once the police found her, she got her one way ride to the county jail. While in route, I’m sure she thought of her little girl’s future. She thought of her daughter while the 19 y.o.’s body lay on the lawn getting colder by the minute.

So… what happened to the 40 y.o. woman?

Well, while the news cameras were in her face she tried her best to conjure up tears over her “best friend;” referring to the young girl who by now, was in the morgue. Later, as the detectives interviewed everyone in the vicinity, they were quickly pointed in the 40 y.o.’s direction, but to no avail. No matter what was said or who said what, the very person who should have gotten charges filed against her walks free to this day.

It’s been two years since Kadi lost her life, and Dakota has found herself in a nightmare that has yet to end. Weeks after the incident, the judge set Dakota’s bail at the lowest the law would allow because he himself said, “It’s obvious there’s more to this case than what’s presented before us.” With any luck, and hopefully a lot of acknowledgement from those who are willing to back the truth, Dakota’s case will be thrown out of court.

To date, the 40 y.o.’s guilt shines through when she comes face to face with those of us who know her. She cowers away in hopes of not being held accountable for the actions she set into play.

With the help of a dear friend of mine, Annmarie Lockhart, a poem was co-created titled, “Accountability.” It tells of the lack of accountability from a supposedly adult woman guilty of this entire crime and loss of life.

Published by: Vox Poetica

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I’m Proud to be an American!!!

As I sit watching report after report of yesterday’s Boston Marathon catastrophe, I literally choke back tears over the lives lost, as well as those who were injured. Anger and outrage are my prominent feelings, but then compassion quickly takes over; compassion not only for those directly affected, but for everyone indirectly affected as well. It’s difficult to not focus on the person/people responsible for this and other tragedies, but we must!

Time after time spectators and first responders have proven how kindhearted humans can be in a time of need! For every “bad person” who chooses to harm innocent victims, there are a thousand magnificent people to overshadow them. The mere act of helping a stranger proves the warmhearted compassion of mankind. Even more so, it proves the values of one’s own upbringing. Without a doubt, this speaks VOLUMES about how people are raised. At the core of a person’s benevolent foundation are the family values instilled in them throughout life. This, my friends, is what I love about our country!

Those of us who were born in America are fortunate to be among the free and the brave. Alternatively, those who have migrated here obviously did so for the same reasons. We’re free to love, to worship, and to prosper as we wish. We’re brave in the face of tragedy. We may get knocked down, but only for a minute because those who surround us are there to lift us up.

So, as you watch the news in the days to come, focus on the good that comes from it, not the bad. Unfortunately, the Boston disaster won’t be the last heartbreaking report of violence in America. But no matter what horrible acts of hostility we may face, know that we’re in it together. Know that those around you are the ones who’ll pick you up when and if you need it.

WE ARE AMERICANS! Compassionate at heart, forthcoming in tragedy.

And this, my friends, is why I’m proud to be an AMERICAN!!!

God Bless!

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Please, I need to know…

Several months ago one of my daughters 4th Grade friends obviously had “The Talk” with her mother, and since the little girl and my daughter are best friends, she decided to share her version of the conversation as she interpreted it. Since I hadn’t yet had “The Talk” with my daughter, I was infuriated, to say the least.

Okay, so what’s done is done. I couldn’t look back, I had to continue forward. Like so many other parents, I didn’t know where to start with the uncomfortable topic. So, what did I do? I went online and started looking for books to help me explain what everything was all about.

I don’t know about everyone else, but in order to grasp what each book might cover, I read the paragraph written by the author, as well as several comments left by parents. (Try doing this for practically every book pertaining to that subject. I almost backed out and never looked back!)

So I finally found the book I thought was appropriate to help introduce the whole concept to my daughter. I waited until she had a few days off from school so she and I could be alone without her dad being around. She and I sat down and started reading. Although the subject of sex was handled in a delicate manner, I still felt like crawling under the bed to deter her from asking questions, but I was a trooper. I stuck it out to the end.

Although I knew she needed to know everything, I still wasn’t prepared for her to know “exactly” how a woman conceives a child. And though the book delicately introduced the subject, it was still more than I wanted her to hear at that time. I wanted a book to “dance” around the topic, without telling all the details. Afterward, she couldn’t comprehend her dad and I doing anything such as that to conceive her. It was at that moment I was reminded how unhappy I was with the friend who had shared this information with her.

As it turns out, our “Little Talk” has brought us closer together as mother and child. I can tell she feels all the more comfortable telling me things that some children may have problems telling their parents. I’m glad she feels comfortable talking with me about anything that crosses her mind. However, at the same time, I can tell she’s been disturbed about “the facts of life.” Some of the questions she’s asked and the concerns she’s shared really bothers me. I have to reassure her about certain aspects that come to mind.

So here’s the deal. Since all the books on the market (at least when I read through them) tell EVERYTHING about the facts of life, I’ve decided to write a children’s book that explains, on a scientific level, how women conceive a child. I’m not including the actual act of sex, but I’m definitely letting children know they were conceived out of love. In doing so, children will have a good scientific knowledge of how women get pregnant, but they aren’t yet introduced to sex.

So, if you’re a parent who already had “The Talk,” or it’s just around the corner for other parents, would you feel better knowing there was a book on the market such as what I want to publish? Please help me out by leaving a comment.

Now, go get a cup of coffee and enjoy your day!


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My Little Secret

Happy Thursday Everyone…

After holding in a secret that’s almost ten years old, I’ve decided to go public. It’s lighthearted, fun, and I’ve seen where it’s shaping my daughter’s personality. There’s only been a couple times recently where I’ve actually allowed my husband to witness my mystery, but have sworn him and my daughter to secrecy… but now everyone will know.

You see, it started while my daughter was a baby, very soon after she was born actually. It was during those first moments I’d begun smiling, cooing, and, well, acting like a nut to get her to laugh at me is when my secret began. Through the warmth of her smile, the joy in her laughter, and the sparkle in her eyes my purpose in life had launched its beginning. I’d secretly, around no one else, behind my husband’s back, begin acting like a total nut just to hear my baby’s laugh.

Yes, I admit it, for the past decade I’ve been acting like an idiot just to get my daughter to fill our home with laughter. However, there’s one thing I didn’t know I’d been doing all along. I’ve been shaping her personality. I’m not saying she doesn’t have her moments when she’s upset, and she’s definitely not a morning person! Still yet, she often initiates silly play to make ME laugh, just because. She dances around the house like a monkey, forcing me to laugh, just because. She jokes and picks with me, just because. She’s become a lively, fun little girl who cares about making her mom and others laugh.

Not only is she entertaining, but she has a warm, soft side as well. Since I’d had her later in life, there’s been some down sides to her having older parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles. One of her uncles, my brother, never had the chance to meet my baby girl because he’d passed two years before she was born. She’s seen me cry many times as I’ve grieved over his death. She’s seen her grandmother win her battle with cancer, just as she’s currently watching a grandfather and aunt battling cancer themselves. She’s also seen her own mother experiencing various health problems, all the while catering to my every need. But her warmth doesn’t end there. As I watch her play with smaller children, she exhumes patience, care, and nurturing characteristics.

Needless to say, I’m proud of my baby girl. Not only is she my miracle baby, but she’s also the reason my heart sings, my days are filled with laughter, why my world is complete!

God Bless!

Star all dressed up Halloween 2011
Halloween 2011

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Good Morning & Welcome to My New Blog

As a coffeeholic, I always start my mornings off with several cups to get me going, thus the name of my blog, “Got Your Morning Coffee?” Actually, I rarely drink anything other than coffee throughout the day, so I guess that totally qualifies me as a coffeeholic.

The purpose/theme behind my blog is for people to gather for a friendly conversation, to start their mornings off on a positive note, or simply to meet people and unite with others around the world. We’ll discuss what’s on our minds, the news headlines, or any topic that’s burning to get out. Overall, I want to bring people together in one place as acquaintances and hopefully become friends.

Just so you can get to know the person behind the blog, I’m a happy mother of an almost ten year old girl, whom I had when I was thirty-nine years old. If you’re calculating, I’m forty-nine years old. After years of being told I couldn’t have children, God blessed me with my little miracle. During my pregnancy I was told my baby had a high chance of having Downs syndrome so the doctors tried to get me to abort my pregnancy in lieu of her potential diagnosis. However, I felt that if that’s what God was entrusting me to have, then that’s what I was going to have. I’m married to the most wonderful man a woman could ever ask for. Through him, I have four wonderful step-daughters (but I don’t like the word “step” so I consider them my daughters). While attending college for one degree I got sidetracked where I grew profoundly fond of writing. I’ve just launched a freelancing career which is my dream come true.

Well, that’s pretty much it. I look forward to meeting all my visitors and hopefully seeing you back day after day.

With a bit of luck I’ll see you again so we can chat a bit. But don’t forget your morning coffee.