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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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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!

-Kat


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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!

-Kat
Star all dressed up Halloween 2011
Halloween 2011