Sea and the Sand

I am definetly a sea and sand girl, since it warmed up I have been chomping at the bit to go and walk along the shore, smell the salt water and hear the sea gulls..... It is just not happening! Every weekend that I make plans to go to the beach, IT RAINS!!!! This is simply not fair!

Okay now that I have thrown my tantrum for the morning.. ;)

I have so many memories out there on the sand in Galveston, to see the way that Hurricane Ike tore it apart, and then to see the community come together to once again make their homes habitible touches my heart. Now I wish that we could find a way to clean up our oceans, how is it that you can go just across the water to South Padre Island and see crystal blue waters, yet here at the only beach that the wonderful state of Texas has... it is just Grungy!?! I don't understand why we can put a man on the moon, and not clean the debri and gunk out of the water that brings such joy and makes such beautiful memories for our children. Next time you are walking down a beach take a trash bag and clean up your mess, and the area around you. Make it fun for the kids to clean up the beach with games like whoever gets the most gets to bury their sister in the sand! We only have one world, everything else in it seems to be going to crap, lets try keep at least a portion of something that made many beautiful memories.

Armed and Dangerous... With a Spork!

I love my step - children they are the best thing in the world, but sometimes I feel as though I have no control over certain aspects of my life because they are inadvertantly controlled by someone else..... So instead of throwing my head back and screaming in frustration to the sky that really does not care either way , I will grab my spork & yell a battle cry! My best friends in the whole wide world, know all about my little obsession with the sporks.... and it all started with this goofy blog that called my name:

Adventures in step-parenting
Or Where's My Spork?

By Ken Jessup, Guest Blogger

Experience convinced me marrying into an existing family as a step-parent is like parachuting behind enemy lines. At midnight. Naked. Armed only with a spork. A dirty one.
Leadership expects you to win the war with that spork. Crazy? Oh, yes. But if you always remember, "Your Spork is Your Friend," you have a chance.
Why? Because good parents create a private dictionary between themselves and their children that's written in tones of voice, body language, "looks," in-jokes, private references, touch, smell and even presence. All contribute to the enormous bandwidth of communication between parents and children.
A step-parent trying to enter that guarded, private world is an alien, often an unwelcome one. Only time and experience will teach voice, touch, all the unspoken agents of communication, and they will be new voices, new touches, new jokes and references and smells complementing previous ones. A step-parent's sense of humor is his or her best tool to open that private dictionary and keep it open.
A sense of humor doesn't mean always laughing, smiling. It's about realizing your inner spork--you're attempting the impossible with the unusable. It's about realizing how ridiculous it is there's no way for you to do what you need to do--yet somehow you do it anyway.
A sense of humor and a healthy perspective also keep everyone sane by helping to defuse stress situations. Hard to scream when you realize your tantrum is ridiculous.So grab your spork and get out there, and fight on!

Now if this is hard, what is real parenting like? :)

Well, I have a blog.. Prayer shout out

Okay, so I have a blog... pretty darn cool!

I want to send a prayer up for the firefighters that passed away in the blaze a few days ago, as well as for the people that were hurt in the building that collapsed this morning. You never know when you run out of time and each day is a blessing, sometimes it is hard to remember in the thick of life.

I am a Police wife and every day is scary, but amazing. To be in love with a man that is willing to put his life on the line every day for someone he has never met is a reward in itself. I am very proud of him. I cannot speak for every officer's character but what I can say is that every police officer out there had to make the decision to come to work knowing that they were putting their life on the line. Every second of every day an officer is a standing target, and regardless of where they are or what they are doing there is someone out there that hates them. So I say to everyone reading this, next time you see an officer standing at a crosswalk or directing traffic outside an accident say a little prayer for them. You never know when you may be the one that they are saving.

Well, this is it for the first blog... not to bad see ya later!