Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
I hope I never have to lose a loved one, friend, enemy, etc to cancer (or anything else for that matter!!!)
I hope I never have to tell my Son that someone else he loves has passed away.
I hope I never have to deal with a certain bitchy individual again. Ever.
I hope I never have to go to the dr again. (Yeah, good luck with this one!)
I hope I never have to see my son hurt, in any way, shape or form of the word.
I hope I never have to argue with my sisters again.
I hope I never piss my hubby off so bad that I make the vein in his forehead pop out! Lol...it's not purdy!
I hope I never have to give up.
I hope I never have to hide what I truely feel.
I hope I never have to dust again. Or do laundry. Or mop or sweep. Oh hell...I hope I never have to clean again. Hey, it's my world. A girl can dream!
I hope I never have to stay up for two days straight again (yeah, I'm going on day 2 no sleep!)
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Rusty's 14th Birthday
Rusty visiting me in NC
Rusty's favorite thing to do
My Son. (And my Grandson, his pic will be at the end of this post! He's such a CUTIE!!!)He is what makes every day worth waking up for. Even when my fibromyalgia pain was at it's worst, I made sure that I got up out of bed when he came home from school. He's worth it.
He's got this deep voice that just soothes me when I hear it. If I'm having a rough day all I have to do is talk to him and I'm better. (Isn't that supposed to go the other way around?? Parenting fail!)
His laugh is infectious. I absolutely love the sound of his laugh. I swear, it's like a xanax for me lol. (Don't tell him I said that!) He has the quirkiest sense of humor. And this child will look you straight in the eye and tell you exactly what he thinks of you. Tough nugies if you don't like it! Lol... I love that about him! He's not afraid to speak his mind. At all.
I used to roll my eyes when I'd hear someone say "My life wasn't complete until I had my kids," and then I had Rusty.
When I found out I was pregnant and then two weeks later found out that his (bio) Dad wanted nothing to do with me or him, I didn't know if I could do it. Neither did my family. I'm a very determined person though. If you expect me to fail, I'll show your ass!
I've never recieved a dollar in child support. Ever. It's been me and Rusty against the world since the day he was born. Three months early and only weighing 3 lbs. He was born a fighter. And he's been that way ever since then! It rubbed off on me.
He's my pride, my inspiration, my drive. He's made me realize that giving up isn't an option. I'd like to say that I'm always stronger than him, but it's not true. He's also my support.
You think you know love, until you have a child. Once you have a child of your own then you know true, pure love.
I can't leave out my Grand Son. He is everything to my Son. There isn't a minute, a second of each day that goes by that my son doesn't think of his son. He babies him, he's a great parent. You'll never see a 20 year old boy (man??) take care of their baby the way my son does his! Just sayin'...... Here's my Grandbaby!!!!!!
My Grandbaby! Aww cher'!!!
Isn't he adorable? You wanna know what's sad? I don't even know my Grand Son's name. But if I had to guess I'd say it's Hunter, or Browning, Beretta, Smith, Wesson, Remington...you know, one of those CLASSY names! Aint just any ol' name gonna work for my
country boy He's gotta have the best "cajun" name out there!