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I had never really thought about me being able to inspire someone until I received a message earlier from my dear twin who told me I was the inspiration for her blog today, be sure and read it.  I still am not sure where she got that idea from unless she thought she sent the message to someone else. :)  It did get me to thinking though.  We do all inspire someone.  Maybe we inspire them to exercise or to change their eating habits or even to do something good just for them.  Some people inspire me to try to be a better person, a better friend, and a better buddy.  I can’t think of anyone who inspires more people than my twin.  She is such a caring soul, one who there is no doubt about it, loves her Lord, loves her family, her friends and her buddies.  I could not imagine her not liking someone or seeing the good in someone.  I have tried lately to force myself to not have bad thoughts about people.  To look for something good about everyone.  It might even be he/she has such pretty eyes, right before POW, now they look like a raccoon.  Seriously though, look around you, see where you might be able to spread some inspiration for the good in all of us.  If we all inspire others to look for the good within themselves ans spread that around, maybe the world will become a better place.  Thanks twin and all my buddies, you all inspire me to do better.  Now if I would just get off my butt and do it.

I have a prayer request.  I met a little boy in Iowa via the internet.  He is four years old with a twin brother.  His name is Coleman and he has Neuroblastoma, i think I got that right.  He has been in treatment and had a stem cell transplant.  they did a spinal tap and MRI last Friday, his mom got the call yesterday that there is a tumor on his brain and several along his spine, and the spinal tap was positive.  He and his parents need your prayers and positive energy going his way.  Please, please remember Coleman in your prayers and thoughts.  I am going to pass on his carepage, I know Peggy won’t mind, she will appreciate all the prayers they can get.  www.carepages.com and the page is colemanscott.  Thanks everybody, you’re awesome.

Depends how you look at it I guess.  I know several people who tell themselves when they get to a certain goal or lose a certain number of pounds, they will get a reward…….like if I drop 20 pounds I’ll get a new pair of jeans, something like that.  So I got to thinking what I could use to motivate myself.  I’m pretty broke so it will be hard to decide.  But I was wondering if some of you might use something like that and what your rewards are.  I’d love to have some of your ideas.  Who knows, we could help each other here.

Today my Daddy would have been 86 years old.  I had to give him up on December 22, 1995.  Yep, with much screaming and crying, it just wasn’t fair.  He had been disabled due to nerve issues since he was about 41.  He was 38 when I was born.  And no I was not an oops baby, my mom was 37, It took him that long to talk her into trying one more time.  I have three big brothers, they were 14, almost 13 and almost 9 when I made my appearance.  Mom had difficult births and I can’t believe he talked her into one more time.  Well actually I am here because my dad was a drunk.  He made a deal with Mom that if she would try one more time and it was a girl, he would not drink anymore.  He managed to honor that promise for 9 years.  From that time on it was on the wagon, off the wagon, on the wagon, off the wagon.  I was always the one who had to go get him and bring him home because the boys couldn’t do it.  Well, the oldest one hightailed it when he turned 18, spent the next 20 going wherever Uncle Sam told him to.  But the other two couldn’t go get him because they wouldn’t stand up to him.  But anyway that is another story.  Along with all the frustrations, heartaches, and worry, I miss my Daddy, cause as long as he lived, I knew somebody loved me.  Yep, I was the apple of his eye.  Knew it and took advantage of it at every opportunity. But that’s what little girls are for I guess. 

We all have surprises in our lives are various times.  Sometimes surprises are good and sometimes they are not.  I feel like many times they are not.  But today I got a good one.  When I got to work this morning, I went back to our scale, took off my shoes of course, and stepped on it, hmmm, that can’t be right, so I got off, let it clear and stepped back on.  No really, that can’t be right.  So I tried it a third time, and if anyone knows why we do that, I’d really like to know, so the third time I decided to believe the scales, two pounds lost.  Woo Hoo, and that’s after a weekend that I will not divulge what all I ate.  My husband said you lost two pounds, but you had this and that and something else.  I just smiled and said I know.  Great feeling.  Actually I did have some bad stuff, but had some not so bad stuff too, or I should say, didn’t eat as many times.  Maybe only twice per day which made up for some of it.  And yes, before all the diet experts tell me, I know that is not good, but it’s done.  Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get another good surprise soon.  I could handle a lot of those.

which equals getting depressed over it which equals eating.  Which I just did, but it was only a 100 calorie pack of oreos and Foxy ate a couple too.  But I feel bad about it anyway.  I am behind on my school work from going to the festival last weekend, so everyone else is trying to finish week 2 and I’m still trying to get started on week one. That adds to the depression. I hate accounting, it is not my cup of tea and I don’t understand it.  Makes me wanna quit but that’s not an option at this point so I muddle on.  Feel like crap, stressing to the max, lock me out of the kitchen. :)  Sorry, I’m just venting today, I always thought that was what blogging was all about, stating what you’re feeling but I know some will take offense so I will applogize now, no need to send me bitchy messages.  Oh by the way, I’m not appologizing for what I said, only that you’re offended.  Not looking for sympathy or a cheering section, just venting at my own lack of motivation I guess you could say.  So on another note, hope everyone has had a wonderful holiday weekend and been way more productive than I have been.  Have a great week and good luck on the goals.