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A song and the effects, funny Eli moments, and being human.

What’s a song that changed your life?

   I can’t say it really changed my life …. but the song that has always had a huge impact on my life and my emotions is Kelly Clarkson – (Because of You).

Any time I hear it, I cry.

It doesn’t matter if I don’t want to or not, if I try not to, or if I try thinking of something else while it’s on…. I cry.

Sometimes, I have to change it when I hear it on the radio because if I’m in a good mood, I don’t want it ruined.

Because of you – reminds me of my dad. Not in a good way, either.

I don’t talk a lot about what happened with my dad because he’s gone now and what’s the point? But…. We never really had a good relationship, and he’s done things that have made it hard for me to trust a lot of people.

He taught me when I was young (without even realizing it), that there are people out there that have the wrong intentions, that can’t be trusted, that are only involved in your life to see what they can get out of it and who don’t care if they hurt you or not, as long as you stay quiet about it.

My dad was the first man to ever break my heart and make me not trust people from the time I was about 11 ….all the way into my adult years.

So, when I hear Because of you – every single word – every single lyric – reminds me of why I don’t trust a lot of people. Why I play it safe and stick to who and what I know. Why I’m so protective (maybe over protective) of my own kids and why I’m guarded.

I don’t let a lot of people into my inner circle and I like to keep my circle small.

He’s the reason I’m so protective of kids these days. I don’t care if they’re my kids or other people’s kids, but I will fight for a child’s safety, their rights, their voice. Them in general. I will defend a child. I will always make sure any child I encounter is safe.

My dad left me with a lot of emotional scars to deal with. A lot of anger. A lot of sadness. A lot of distrust, and I hate that.

So, the song that has changed my life or takes me through emotions – is because of you … because I feel just the way she felt in that song.

Betrayed. Angered. Irritated. Sad. Hurt. Untrusting.

Kelly wrote that song about her parents and their bitter divorce when she was 6. All the trauma she went through. All the things she saw between them, and things that were going on in the home when she was growing up.

She wrote it about the trust issues she now faces because of the trauma she encountered when she was growing up. She wrote it about the broken home she grew up in, and all the pain and emotional distress she faced and still faces because of it.

I feel that! I know the feeling.

I don’t like to talk about my dad and the things that happened, and not a lot of people care to hear it, so I don’t even bring it up.

I always believed that when our souls get up there to God when we pass….we all have to answer to him and we can’t deny what we’ve done here on this earth, so some part of me wants to believe that he had to answer for his actions here on earth. 🫤

Still, what happened….what I’ve dealt with and what he put me through as a child, has taught me I can’t trust everybody, to keep my circle small with a handful of people I do trust, and to protect every child that needs it.

It’s such a great song and I’ve always made sure that my children are safe, protected, and to know they can talk to me about anything and I’ll believe them. I’ll defend them. I’ll trust them because as the saying goes …..

“Overprotective mothers were once under protected daughters”.

I absolutely love how she talks about protecting her own child and never allowing her child to go through anything she went through or had to see as a child. 🩷

I stand by that!

I’ll always cry when I hear this song and let it play.

It will always affect me, but it’s such a true, powerful and real song that I absolutely love, and that speaks truth for those who never had anyone to say, “I believe you!”, or “You’re safe now!”.

Anyway, lets move on to better things, Yes?

Let me make you laugh.

My little dude’s teacher emailed me last night and she asked how he seems. She asked if he had any more complaints.

When he first started at this school a few months ago, there were two little boys bothering him and saying things to him that hurt my son’s feelings and he didn’t like it. He was letting it get to him, and I finally said something to the teacher, who I noticed – did most likely handle it because now my son and these boys are somewhat friendly towards each other.

My son hasn’t had any more complaints and I always ask him if anyone bothered him, said anything to him, or if someone is messing with him, and these days – he always says no. He comes out of school most of the times – happy, and ready to tell me about his day or what happened during the day – (which I’m so grateful for).

Things have been so much better now – than when he first started at this new school.

The teacher has said he’s a great kid, but he likes to be funny, silly, play around in class, and yes – that’s my Elijah. He loves making people laugh and being goofy, but we’ve talked about the right places to do it, and school isn’t one of those places. Especially if the teacher is trying to teach, and he’s trying to be funny.

She said she was so proud of him for how he was on Tuesday and Friday of last week, and I giggled and asked about the other three days.
In the email, she said he’s a great kid, but he loves to argue and always has to be right. She did a (LOL) – to let me know she was laughing about it, though.

I called Elijah because I was out when I got the email, and I asked him about it.

I asked why he fights with his teacher. Why he argues with her.

He said, “Because she always wants to be right. She always thinks she’s right”. He had no idea she said the same thing about him, so that made me laugh so much. I told him it’s funny, because she says the same thing about him.

I do know my son could be a lawyer one day because he does love to argue and try to be right.

Example: I’ve told him over and over and over again last week – every day he went to school – to put his sweaters on because he’d wrap them around his waist.

He’d argue that it wasn’t even that cold outside, and I’d argue back that he needed to put on his sweaters. Every day. I kept telling him he was going to get sick. He kept insisting it was fine and he wasn’t cold. I told him the weather was, and we went back and forth. I finally decided to do the whole pick and choose your battles thing, and since it wasn’t freezing and it was just a little chilly, I just said, “Fine! When you get sick, I don’t want nothing about not wanting to go to school because you’re going!”. He insisted he wasn’t going to get sick because it’s not cold outside – he said.

Halloween – same thing. I demanded he wears a long-sleeve shirt under his baseball costume and he argued with me. I argued back and it was not up for discussion. Halloween was beautiful, but it was still a bit chilly that night, and I was a glad I made him wear his long-sleeve, but he insisted on keeping the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and it drove me crazy.

I warned him again about getting sick, and he insisted he wouldn’t.

Yesterday, I heard him sniffling, and I knew his nose was stuffed. He kept blowing it, and I knew he was getting sick. I looked at him and just said – very calmly – “Uh – huh”. I already knew. He looked at me, smiled and said, “I’m not getting sick!”.

My face:

Idk..that sounds an awful lot like a cold coming on, Kid!

Mom always know best, but he’ll learn as he gets older.

I didn’t listen to my mom much when I was younger, but I learned a lot of hard life lessons because she was always right and I didn’t want to listen. lol.

I guess he’ll have to learn lessons the same way, huh?!

anyway……

I have a good friend I adore – and she is always asking if I’m reading my Bible, taking notes, praying, trusting God, etc.

I have so much going on in my life right now, that she’ll send me Bible quotes and verses, and videos to listen to about God.

I love her dearly, and I love God dearly – but lately, I’ve been feeling like I’ve been losing some of my faith, and I hate this feeling. I’ve prayed so many times and so much, I’m starting to wonder if he’s up there listening or not.

Last week, she messaged me and I told her right away not to bring up any Bible verses, ask if I’ve read my Bible or anything because I didn’t want to hear it.

She absolutely respected my wishes, and she was great at just being there for me.

However, I was in my car last night and I prayed. Out-loud. I went and got myself Wendy’s – and as I sat in the car, I saw a Dollar tree across the way, and I thought about the Bible sitting in my bag at home – that I haven’t touched in so long.


I decided it was time.

I decided to run to the Dollar tree and grab myself what I now named “My God notebook”.

The outside is black and it says “Notes”. The inside looks like pages you can draw on – with no lines or anything, but I don’t need lines. I plan to take out my Bible and start reading it again. I plan to write down my favorite verses, scriptures, stories, etc.

I plan to write down my dreams, my goals, my wishes, my prayers in there and just anything in my heart that I need to get out – and don’t want to write for the world to see. It’s all going in there as my little “God’s eyes only” book – I guess you could say.

I need to get my faith back, and start trusting God again to know what he’s doing up there, to have a plan for my life, and even if nothing makes sense to me right now – I know he knows everything he’s got planned for me, and that little by little – things will start falling into place.

That’s where I am in my life right now. Lost. Confused. Losing faith I need to hang on to and make stronger. Ready to turn it all over to God and let him do things that I can’t do on my own without him.

My life is far from perfect right now, and in fact – it’s a whole mess, and messy – but I love running across motivational videos and one I heard recently was on a Ben Matias video – that I absolutely adore.

It goes back and forth between two alter-egos. Him acting as two people.

I’ll say 1 and 2.

1: I’m tired. I’m tired of trying to get my life together. Every time I think I’m getting better – something else goes wrong. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing anymore.

2: Congratulations! You’ve officially found out that you’re a human being. Think you’re supposed to have everything figured out? You think you’re supposed to wake up every morning knowing exactly what to do with your life?

1: NO, but…..

2: But what? You’re going to make mistakes. You’re going to disappoint people. You’re going to have days where you don’t get a damn thing right.

1: I know that!

2: Then why are you beating yourself up for? You’re so busy thinking about the things that you haven’t gotten done, that you can’t even enjoy the things that you’ve already done.

1: It feels like I’m failing everybody.

2: Everybody? Who is everybody? ‘Cause last time I checked, you’re the only one that has to live your life, and you’re treating yourself worse than anybody else ever has. You’re not perfect. I’m not perfect. Nobody on this damn earth is perfect. So, why do you think you’re the only exception?

1: I’m just scared I’m going to screw everything up.

2: Then, screw up!!! Fix what you can. Apologize when you need to. Learn something and keep going. ‘Cause what do you want me to say? That you’re never going to have a bad day? ‘Cause I can’t promise you that! What I can tell you is…life goes on. No matter what the situation. Every puzzle in life can be solved by moving pieces around, and if you need a break, go take a break. You can come back to the puzzle later, but you can’t get back the time staring at it.

I loved this so much, and I agree with it fully.

I’m learning that I’m going to make mistakes, disappoint people, and have bad days, and that’s okay. I’m learning I can’t please everyone, I’m the only one who has to live this life and I have to do what makes me happy, or move the puzzle pieces around the way I need to – to make them all fit the way I need them to – if that makes sense.

I need to do what I need to do – to make sure my life is good, and whatever anyone thinks or has an opinion on – not my issue. Let them be disappointed or bothered by my choices, but they’re my choices.

So, while I don’t talk about everything going on right now, or everything I have on my plate – I just have to figure out how to allow myself to screw up sometimes, stop trying to please everyone, and to do what I feel is best for myself and my kids – as I try to put my life back together and get everything figured out.

Messy and all.

Baby, if you’re reading this…..

We’re all human. We’re allowed to have messy lives and situations. We’re allowed to disappoint people and make mistakes. We’re allowed to screw up and start over. We’re allowed to do what we feel is best for us and be happy …even if others don’t like our choices. We’re allowed to be human!

Whatever you’re feeling, dealing with, going through….you got this and I’m right there with you as we all try to figure shit out because all of us in this life…are dealing with some madness in different ways.

I got nothing else right now.

Love you!

By the way – LITE FM 93.9 Chicago is turning on the holiday lite within the next day or two, so pay attention and listen in my loves.

XoXo

Voicemails for Isabelle and an old-school (forever will be cherished) radio.

Good morning my darlings.

I’m just sitting here with a bagel and my coffee, and I may go back to bed for an hour, but we’ll see.

Let’s chat.

The day before yesterday, the woman who lives right above me and I – were chatting and she asked if I’ve seen the new Netflix movie (Voicemails for Isabelle).

I told her I have not seen it, but I’d watch it soon and let her know if I liked it or not.

She said she cried within the first 10-15 minutes.

I cried within the first 10-15 minutes.

I watched it last night, and I absolutely loved it!

It was sad. It was funny. It was cute.

It was a movie that shows that even the best things can come out of grief, sadness, anger, etc.

That beautiful things can happen after pain.

The movie focuses on Jill losing her little sister that she’s always been so close to, so she continues to call her sister (Isabelle’s) phone number thinking it’s still connected, and Jill finds comfort in leaving Izzy many voicemails on different days, venting – chatting – and sharing things like she used to when Izzy was alive.

She always feels better after leaving Izzy a message.

She has no idea that the number was disconnected and recycled.

That the number now belongs to some guy’s work phone, (Wes) – and he is listening to all of the messages Jill is leaving Izzy, and hears all of her crazy stories, things that are going on in her life, and things she vents and jokes about. She has no idea that it makes him smile. It makes him laugh.

He plans to tell her she has the wrong number – not knowing the situation and why she’s leaving these messages or who Izzy is, but he’s intrigued by her and her funny, wild, crazy voicemails, so he doesn’t tell her that number is no longer Izzy’s (whoever Izzy is – because again – he has no idea!).

He lets her keep calling and he keeps listening.

Eventually, he finds a way to get just enough information to look her up on social media, and when he sees her photos and who she is, he finds her attractive, and he’s even more interested in listening to new voicemails from her – for Izzy.

My daughter and I laughed and called him a stalker, but I corrected my daughter and joked that there’s a big difference between creepy stalking and cute stalking. He did some cute stalking. lol. (I’m just being funny, but it was cute that he looked her up and checked her out).

I don’t want to give the whole movie away, but it’s something you should totally watch if you have the time, and I laughed a lot in this movie, but I also cried a lot, especially at the end – when this guy (Wes) asks for a sign, and he gets it. ❤️

It’s definitely a MUST WATCH, and one of my new favorite movies!

My daughter was also laughing when one of Wes’s friends asked, “What is it about her, Wes?”, and he starts listing everything he loves, and says her cheeks are always filled with food – like this “Sexy Chipmunk”. I told my daughter, “See? I’m a Sexy Chipmunk, too!”. I made her laugh even more.

If you want to giggle a bit, I went outside in the middle of the movie last night to move my car to the garage because the weather was calling for tornados in our area (or close by) possibly, and the sky looked awful, so if we had hail, I didn’t need my car damaged.

I had cried right before going outside – because of this movie, so when another woman who lives upstairs but diagonal from my place – was out there and started talking to me about a kitten we always see in the garages, I apologized for the way I looked and told her I was “ugly crying to a movie I was watching”. She laughed and said she’s the same way.

The movie was fantastic, and it helped a lot that the guy who played (Wes) – Nick Robinson – is a hottie. 😊

Listen.

If there was a poster with him (from this scene on it) – it would be framed and hanging above my bed.

I’m just saying! 🤣

I loved the movie.

10/10 – I recommend!

……………………………………………

Other than the movie – check this out:

One of the tenants in the facility I work for – came downstairs last week and asked if I wanted this radio.

It’s totally Vintage.

He said he’s had it since he got married many – many – many years ago.

He’s an older guy that I adore so much, and he’s always joking around, making me laugh and he’s goofy.

He’ll tell you he has a history with crazy women – including his now ex-wife, and he did just that – and that’s why he said he doesn’t want it anymore, but it still works.

I wasn’t going to take it. I didn’t think I had any use for it, but ……………after some thinking, I realized I’d love to have this radio, and I’d cherish it because it came from him.

It’s now a sentimental radio for me because I’ve grown close to this old guy, and he’s hilarious.

Even when he’s pissed off and running his mouth on certain days – he still looks at me when he’s going off on people, and we both laugh because that’s just who he is, and he knows I’m not going to stop him.

I tell him to be nice, and sometimes – when I already know he’s going to say something he shouldn’t – I’ll look at him and tell him, “DON’T DO IT!”, and he laughs because he knows I already know what he’s thinking, and what he’s going to say or do.

He’s got a lot of health issues, so my son and I both agreed (because my older son works with me on the weekends) – that if this man ever passes, we’re going to miss the heck out of him. We’re going to be so sad when we lose this guy, and hopefully it won’t happen for many more years, but we know he’s old and brittle.

So, after thinking about what an honor it would be for me to have this man’s old radio that he’s had forever now and no longer wants, I did take it. It does work, and it sounds so clear – but the only issue – is that we don’t have many good radio stations in Minnesota, so I won’t use it now.

Still, I know that if and when we move back to IL. or closer to it, I’ll have many more radio stations and choices, and this radio will look so cute on my kitchen counter, and it will give me something to listen to when I’m cooking or baking. 😊I do need to give it a good scrub down, but I love it!

I remember almost losing this guy at the beginning of this year.

He was really sick, and some of the employees at the facility wanted to go say “Goodbye” to him – so, some went to go see him.

My older son and I – went as well. He wasn’t expected to make it.

When my son and I walked into the hospital room that day, this man couldn’t even keep his eyes open, and he struggled to talk. His breathing was shallow and we thought for sure he wouldn’t make it past that weekend. We were talking to him, and I was holding his hand the entire time – while we just watched him doze in and out, and we sat there quietly some moments – just watching T.V. and watching this man rest.

The facility we work in houses the previously homeless, some Criminals, some addicts, recovering addicts, and alcoholics / recovering alcoholics. He’s one of the alcoholics, and we give what they call “Portions” (little bits of alcohol) followed on a plan – to certain alcoholics, so they avoid their withdrawal symptoms and them getting sick from it.

When we were in the hospital that day, this man (that I’ll call Denny) – suddenly woke up, looked over at my older son and I – and tried saying something. We couldn’t understand him, and he finally yelled, “PORTION!”. We laughed because of course Denny is going to ask for his portion, or for us to sneak him one in, and it just made our night seeing him joke around – even if we didn’t expect him to make it that time.

I laughed and told him, “I can’t believe you just said that!”. He smiled and went back to sleep, only to wake up and ask for a cigarette. I playfully – softly hit his arm and told him, “You’re on Oxygen my dude!”.

Eventually, he fell back asleep and woke up – no longer smiling, trying to talk, or anything.

He was coughing. Struggling to breathe. Nodding in and out of sleep.

I decided to let him rest that night, and told my older son we should go, so he could sleep, but every time I thought he was fully asleep and I tried to pull my hand out of his, he squeezed my hand tighter – at one point – shaking his head no and refusing to let us leave.

When we told him we had to go, he looked so sad, and when we got out of that hospital that day, the tears started to fall.

I couldn’t help it.

He’s become one of the main people at this facility that we have grown so close to and grown to love dearly, and I didn’t know if I’d ever see him again after we walked out of there, but thankfully – by the Grace of God – he was back in our facility a few weeks later – looking healthier, so much better, and so full of life.

He still comes down to try to get his portion an hour earlier, and we still have to distract him and talk about other things, so he forgets about it until it’s time. We still have to try to get him to eat because if he could live off alcohol, milk and Sardines – he totally would, but I’m so grateful he’s still with us, and that he’s still his hilarious, crazy, wild, no filter – self.

I’m glad I have a piece of his history with me, even though it’s just a radio, but to me – it’s not.

It’s HIS radio, and he decided he wanted to give it to me. 😊

I’ll forever love this thing, and I hope that in the long future – far from now hopefully – when God wants me back – my older son will keep this radio and cherish it forever – maybe put it in his kitchen one day – to remember Denny and to remember me and the way I loved it because it was from one of our favorite tenants.

Ah well.

I guess I should go get my day started, huh?

🌸Shel🌸

Player of the game, and a 3rd movie Sequel.

So, my little dude had a game last night.

A double-header.

I had to laugh when we got there and two of the other teams’ boys were playing for us – because some of our boys couldn’t make it.

I can’t even imagine how tough that is feeling like you have some kind of obligation to help the opposing team because you’re playing for them to substitute the boys that are missing from that team but also feeling a dedication and loyalty to your own team that you’re playing against for the day.

One of the boys from the other team – that was playing for our team – kept getting home runs, and my older son and I joked that he’s not going to be allowed in their locker room later. His team is going to turn their backs on him, but – in all honesty – they showed so much good sportsmanship, love, respect, and encouragement to each other. 😊

It was the cutest thing when one of our boys hurt his knee, and both teams that were on the field – took a knee to show him respect and love. They stayed that way until they knew he was okay.

At one point, my little dude was batting, and he got hit in the jaw with the baseball.

I knew he was hurt and as much as I wanted to run out there, make sure he was okay and give him the biggest hug, I just stood up and stayed by the bleachers watching – because his coach ran over to him and I knew his coach had his back. If he was really hurt, his coach would pull him out, but after standing with him for a few minutes and everyone watching to make sure he was okay, my little dude shook it off and ran to first base.

I did a huge sigh of relief because no parent wants to see another kid get hurt, let alone our own.

He is just fine today, and while it was probably a shock to get hit like that, it’s the Baseball life and he’s not the only one who has ever been hit by a baseball in the game. A few weeks ago, one of the other boys took a hit to the eye. (Thankfully, he was just fine).

The coach was awesome and kept checking on Elijah.

At another point, I wanted to run onto the field and yell, “HE’S SAFE!”.

I didn’t want to be THAT mom, and I’m usually pretty quiet and chill at games, but this one time yesterday – I almost caved with the pressure. ha.

The coach from the other team tried to say that my son was OUT – when he hit 3rd base, because he swore up and down his player caught the ball and tagged my son out, when this boy didn’t even tap the base or my son if and when he caught the ball. I didn’t see exactly how it all went down, but I know my son was safe, so when this other coach tried to run him off the field, there was no way I was having that.

He tried to argue with one of our volunteer coaches (who is also amazing) and she wasn’t having it! She held it down on that field yesterday, and while my son ran off the field because he thought he was out, she called him back in and told him to take his place back on 3rd – as it should be!

After the game, I walked up to that mom / woman and told her how happy I was that she stood her ground and defended Elijah. She told me what happened, and I was more than happy that he was able to take his spot back where he belonged and make his home run.

I have a good friend named Ashley. Ashley is a Baseball mom as well, and she always jokes about how she’s the loudest mom at games, so if the other coach or someone makes a foul call – she’s screaming and calling them out on it.

I didn’t want to be like Ashley and get crazy and loud, but I almost became Ashley and almost got crazy and loud during that little foul call he tried to play against my kid. 🤔🤣⚾

I was a good girl though and let the other coach handle it.

Besides that……….

Every game we play – someone gets to choose who gets the “Player of the Game” baseball.

I was so happy and proud when my son received one for the 1st game in the double-header.

The coach shared how much he’s improved since he first started, how he really tries, and how proud he is of him, so …. my Elijah was given his very first “Player of the game” baseball, and we will be finding a case for it, and cherishing it forever.

Proud Baseball mama here!

❤️

As I was driving home last night from the game, I looked back and Elijah had his eyes closed.

He was so tired.

I smiled and wondered if and when we move closer to Illinois like we’ve been wanting to, are we going to miss this? Are we going to miss the no traffic jams going to and from further games? Are we going to miss his entire team that he played with this season – and could continue to play with if we stayed here and just made this home forever? Are we going to miss the quietness of the country life? Are we going to miss the baseball crew he loves and knows? The coaches? The excitement of it all?

Yes, he could play for other teams wherever we move, but I don’t know if it will feel the same.

I think part of us will miss this little town life, but part of us will also be happy to be back to what and who we know in the place we came from.

Home is where the money, better opportunities, better career choices, friends, family and everything close is, but here in Minnesota – where we are now – we’ve gotten to know some amazing people, some amazing kids, and it’s peaceful.

My older son and I were talking about this last night as I drove home.

I’ve thought about trying to buy a house out here, but we also know that our hearts are not happy here.

I was once told that this little town is a place you either move to when you have tons of money and just want to sit back and relax from now on, or a place you retire to – and I don’t disagree.

Still, driving home last night – I wondered if we’d miss all this “boring” and “quiet” stuff when and if we moved back. My son joked that we should move back to Illinois, save a ton of money, and then move right back here, and I laughed and told him that’s not how it works.

Anyway, we had a good game yesterday, and while I’m not sure who won both games yet, the ride to another part of Minnesota was beautiful and peaceful, the games were awesome, and we got home safely, Thank God!

In other news…………

I’m a bit excited right now because I just heard that Ice Cube and Nia Long are reuniting for a new movie (ARE THEY GONE YET?).

If you’ve never heard of the other two movies or have never seen them, you’re going to have to!

I absolutely love – love – love them both.

In the first movie (ARE WE THERE YET?) Nick (played by Ice Cube) owns his own business and when he happens to look outside and sees the beautiful Suzanne standing there, he feels like he’s fallen in love almost immediately.

He quickly finds out she has two young kids, and that stops him in his tracks. Nick doesn’t like or want kids, so he feels like Suzanne is off limits now.

One night, he sees her on the side of the road with a broken-down car – in the rain, and while his mind and his imagination tell him to keep going, his heart won’t let him.

He ends up getting into the middle of Suzanne’s dramas, life, and involved with the kids in ways he never saw coming, but eventually – he realizes he wouldn’t have it any other way. 😊 He tries so hard not to start liking the kids or even loving them as his own – but his trying doesn’t work, and eventually – he realizes his heart is falling for the kids – as much as it is Suzanne.

In the second movie – (ARE WE DONE YET?) – I don’t want to give away spoilers if you haven’t seen it and may want to, but let’s just say that’s a whole set of other dramas, headaches, and craziness.

Both movies are awesome, so go check them out.

When I heard the new one is happening, I was thrilled because the kids are older and I think it’s still going to be great – filled with even more hilarious and wild moments than the first two.

I’m looking forward to it. I’ve read a bit about it, but I can’t wait.

My darlings. I wish I had other things to discuss, but my life is pretty chill right now, (or, shall I say – anything but chill, but I’m not going to get into the headaches of my life right now). ha.

❤️Shel❤️

A funny cop story, my birthday theme, and Baseball – (Sunflower seeds in the Urinal).

Good morning darlings!

I love to write because sometimes – if someone is going through something, or having a bad day, I can share something that might make them laugh or help them a bit.

If I can make someone even smile or put them in a better mood, I’m all for it.

So, let me tell you about the cutie with a badge that got me yesterday morning.

CUTIE WITH A BADGE:

I was out and about and coming off of a country dirt road. I was stopped at a stop sign waiting to turn left and waiting for cars going back and forth – to pass, so I could make my turn.

This cop turned onto the same country dirt road I was about to turn off of and when I looked straight at him, I saw he was looking straight at me.

Dammit. Sometimes – that eye contact isn’t always a good thing. (I say that with humor).

Whenever you have a cop’s attention, it’s probably for a reason – other than your makeup and hair being on point. ha.

I looked in my rearview when he passed by, and I saw him make a slow U-turn, so I already knew I was about to be stopped.

I made my left turn and pulled over before he even turned on his lights.

Of course, he made the same left turn and flipped his lights on – pulling behind me on the side of the road.

He comes over to the window and tells me he wanted to stop me to see if I knew that my front license plate sticker was missing, and he couldn’t read my license plate in the front.

He laughed when I told him, “I was wondering what I did wrong. I was just sitting there waiting to turn!”. I admitted I knew about the license plate. I have no idea how it happened, but I’m guessing last year when we had some hurricane-winds come through and damage a lot of things. It was already peeling a bit, so that probably finished it off, and because the back plate is still there, and no cops really say anything about it – I just left it alone.

I don’t plan on keeping my car much longer anyway. I do plan to trade it in or sell it cheap one day soon, so I’m trying not to put a bunch of money into it, either. I want a family SUV.

Anyway, cutie with a badge asks if I have my license and insurance on me and he’ll get me on my way.

My license? At home on my desk. 🤔I was honest and told him I left it at home, but I’d give him all of my information.

He took a look at the insurance and without even asking my information – told me he’d be right back and he was just going to make sure my license was valid. I’m guessing he looked me up by the plate information in the back?! So, he comes back – tells me it’s valid, and then says, “Hey! By any chance, do you happen to know a Daniel S******?”. I looked at him confused, and told him no.

Whoever this Daniel is – he better not be saying he’s associated with me. (lol)

The cop laughed and told me he is looking for him.

I told cutie with a badge that I’m originally from Chicago, moved here in 2020 – and just kind of …………………………………..

He finished my sentence for me when he smiled and said, “Mind your own business and stay to yourself?”.

Sir! At this point – just write down your number because you’re already finishing my sentences. You seem to know me so well. 😁

He sent me on my way and told me to have a great day, but I did feel like telling him not to let people he stops – know that he’s looking for this Daniel guy because whoever really does know this Daniel guy – can lie about it and then go tell this Daniel guy this cop is looking for him – which will make this Daniel guy go into hiding if he’s not already. Maybe he’s looking for Daniel because he’s missing.

Not sure.

Either way, Cutie with a badge let me go – and said he just wanted to know if I knew about my license plate.

It’s my car. I sure do.

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MY BIRTHDAY:

Every year for my birthday, the kids and I go see a movie, order pizza and have a cake.

I wanted to do something different this year and maybe do a themed birthday for myself.

I came across a TikTok post a few weeks ago – that showed old toys and characters from cartoons, and Rainbow Brite was one of the characters they showed. When I was little, I loved her! I had so many things of Rainbow Brite and I carried that doll around to most places I went. (If you don’t know who she is – Google her).

I decided I wanted a Rainbow Brite themed birthday this year.

I was going to buy the RB costume from Amazon and wear it all damn day long for fun. I wanted to be crazy, wild, creative on my birthday – no matter where I went or what we did this year, and if people looked at me weird or funny, I’d proudly and in a silly, playful way announce, “It’s my birthday! I get to do what I want and dress how I want!”.

Hell, maybe some people would take it as a photo Opp and post it to their socials for fun – because why not?! There are other fun people in the world who get a good laugh out of the crazy, wild fun people like me doing the most random things just because.

I decided to ditch the costume. I felt like that was a little too much, but I still wanted to do something with that theme, so I decided to order a Rainbow Brite cake at least – instead of having the boring, basic Walmart cakes we get for my birthday every year. I also do plan to order a colorful, fun, bright and crazy wig and take some cute, fun photos – because again – why not?!

So, I called a local bakery nearby and asked them if they could make a Rainbow Brite cake for me.

You should have seen my face when the young lady who answered the phone – asked me, “Rainbow Brite? What is that? Is that a character or a show or something?” 🤔

Seriously?????

Is – she – so – for – real – right – now??????

I looked at my older son who was sitting next to me when I was on the phone with the bakery, and I explained to her – who RB is. I told her she’s from the 80’s and 90’s. The bakery girl told me to send her over a photo of what I wanted and said they could do it if it’s not copy written.

When I hung up the phone – I sent her the photo of what I want on the cake.

I also sent her one of just a plain rainbow if she can’t do the RB cake – and I’d order some RB cake toppers myself because Amazon has almost everything, right?

When I sent the photos over to the bakery, I mentioned to my son that I can’t believe she didn’t know who Rainbow Brite is, and he laughed – telling me, “It’s because you’re old!”.

OLD AND FABULOUS, DARLING!

What I don’t want to do this year for my birthday – is go see another movie.

I may just take the kids to the park – and grill. Maybe do some fishing. Maybe head to a totally different area and get lost somewhere to change the scenery.

I just want to have fun. Forget everything for one day and do something amazing this year for my birthday.

It’s coming up in 9 days, and I have to figure out what I want to do, but I know that I don’t want to go see a movie, and I don’t want to be home. So, we’ll see.

BASEBALL GAME:

My little dude had his first baseball game yesterday against another school’s team.

It was a home game, and we won.

He didn’t play much.

He was mostly center field and batted once, but he’s just really learning the game and his coach is amazing at teaching it.

My kiddo throws beautifully. He catches beautifully, but he’s just learning to bat, and run bases, etc.

He’s loved baseball forever now, but I feel bad because I’ve only taught him catching and pitching, and never really thought of batting and bases, since we’ve only played for fun.

Now that he’s on a team, of course he needs to get better and practice batting, bases, and the basics of the game, so I’m happy he has the coach he has and the other volunteer coaches, because they’re excellent with him.

Still, what matters – is that he has fun, he learns, and he gets better with time.

He’s not the only kid who is just learning the real game and that’s okay.

They all encourage each other, work as a team, and help one another.

So, we won yesterday and tomorrow – we play a different school.

It’s so exciting to see him be a part of something, and to finally – really – learn the sport he has been interested in for a while now.

Parents were told to sign up to volunteer for a few things, and for some reason, I decided to sign up to clean up the bathrooms and take out the trash when the games are over. It only has to be done twice, but – I’m wondering if any other parents volunteered for cleanup duty, or if it was just my goofy self.

I don’t mind though. As a mother, I’m always cleaning, and that includes the bathroom!

In all honesty, I thought – how bad could a bathroom be after a kid’s game, but – WHICH ONE OF YOU LITTLE BOOGERS PUT SUNFLOWER SEEDS IN THE URINAL????????????????? 🤔🤣 The fact that I had to get a napkin and dig them out – was not right! A few napkins, actually! Oy.

I’m a mom, so it didn’t really bother me, and nothing grosses me out or surprises me anymore, but still – I’m curious as to which kid decided that would be funny!

I had to laugh when one of the dads I talk to – said he wouldn’t be surprised if it wasn’t a kid who did it, but a grown ass man.

Sir, did you do it?! lol. Kidding. I know he wouldn’t, but you know what? It wouldn’t surprise me if it was grown ass man who did it, either. Lord, have Mercy!

My loves.

I wish I had more to write, but for now – I’m out of here.

😊Shel😊