Posts Tagged ‘New Year’s Eve’

I was blessed with my beautiful baby girl at 5:47 pm on New Year’s Eve 1988. She was, is, and continues to be one of God’s gifts 🎁 to me and the rest of the world.

ou with my entire soul, Kara. I am honored and blessed to be considered your mother.


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As 2013 ends and 2014 begins, we shout “hooray”. This has been a fantastic year, and we are looking forward to another great year coming. We continually remake ourselves depending on what life tosses our way. So … when someone tells us that we can’t do something … we prove them wrong … and we announce ourselves as we go.


We’ve been able to once again land on all 4s and carry forward, no matter what gets tossed in our paths. We firmly believe that we can do anything we truly desire … and we continually strive toward it.


I know that you may think we’re nuts … but whatever … we learned a long time ago to say “thank you” when someone says we’re weird or nuts or not normal. We live our lives happily and hope you do too.


We wouldn’t want to be normal. Like we’ve said many times, being normal would be boring and no fun whatsoever.

Thus, as 2013 ends and 2014 begins (geez, Jill will be SIXTY this year … and she feels more often than not like she’s 16 instead of 60 … and Roy keeps trying to catch up to her age-wise, but he never will …) … we’ll end with this:

Being normal sucks. Go out there and make waves. Stir the pot. Enjoy life. Cause a ripple. Turn things upside down every once in a while. Let your light shine brightly.



Happy 2014!   We wish you a joyful and prosperous new year.



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Oh dear *GOD*, the PC crowd and the lamestream media make me laugh. They are pathetic, to say the least. I was told today by someone I barely know I should try to be more “PC” and “fit in”. They don’t like my political posts and/or views. So as the last working day of the year comes to a close, I offer this:


I will *perhaps* if they will … but don’t hold your breath on that.

I wish you a prosperous new year full of freedom and without government intervention, without censorship, without the thought police, and without the politically correct BS crowd.


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Baby Girl


(This was taken just 3 days ago at the Bridal Shower/Tea for my “baby girl”, Kara.)

It’s hard to believe that my baby girl is 25 years old as of today, New Years Eve. It seems to me like she should still be riding on my hip … or tagging along with her hand in mine … or yelling at her older brothers (she always was the one in charge, even though she was the youngest). She was a beautiful baby. She is a beautiful young woman. She’ll make a beautiful bride next July 4th.

Most importantly, she has a beautiful, kind, and loving spirit.

Happy birthday, baby girl! I am proud and honored to be your mother. I wish I could take credit for how wonderful you are, but it’s all you.


My Beautiful “Baby” Girl on 12.28.13

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I work for the State of California Employment Development Department in the Unemployment Insurance Division on Capitol Mall in Sacramento, 2 blocks from the Capitol Building. I know I’ve said this before, but I am reiterating it for a reason.

I am quite well aware of what most people think of government workers and, in particular, state workers and, even more so, those of us blessed with working in Unemployment Insurance. You can’t fool me. I *know* what most of you think … that we are all lazy, stupid, overpaid, do-nothing’s, sucking off the taxpayers. (No, that would be people like BO, the current occupier of the White House, and his gang of crooks.).


Hold that thought close to your hearts and think about that throughout the Christmas season as you go to your parties.

Yesterday (Thursday) I worked from 7am to 6pm. I worked 7am to 5pm today (Friday). Tomorrow (Saturday) I’ll work 7am to 5pm yet again. Then on Sunday, I’ll work 9am to 4pm, just to get up on Monday and work 7am to 6pm (yes, that’s right … you read all of those hours correctly). Tuesday … Christmas Eve … I’ll work 7am to noon, taking the afternoon off, wanting to spend *some* Christmas time with my family. I have Christmas Day off since I hold that day to be a holy celebration. I’ll be at work the day after Christmas from 7am to 6pm yet again, as well as on Friday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. I get Saturday off (woo) to attend my beloved daughter’s wedding shower (gee, we actually do have families and lives too). Then I get New Years Day off, when I’ll probably sleep all day, just to be back at it the day after. How many of you are willing to do that?

There may be some government workers that are lazy but there are many private industry workers that are too. My point is …. the vast majority of the government workers put their hearts and souls into what they do.

I get tired of the clichés.

Oh, hell, I just get TIRED.


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New Year's Eve

New Year’s Eve is when most people think of partying and celebrating and making resolutions for the upcoming year (generally resolutions that will never make it more than a few weeks).  To me, however, for the past 24 years, New Year’s Eve has been a much more personal reason for celebration.

I’m not one for going out drinking till I drop or driving with the idiot DUI crowd.  If I get together with people, it’ll be close friends and neighbors, and none of us plan on driving far.  This year, for example, we’re going to dinner with wonderful neighbors early in the evening, and then we’ll be coming back home where we can just walk between our two houses.  There are no roads for other people to drive on between the two houses.

However, the *main* reason that I celebrate and have celebrated for the last 24 years is my daughter’s birthday.  Kara was born at 5:47 PM on December 31, 1988.

She is one of my best friends, my pride and joy, my baby girl.  She grew up riding on my hip, going to her brothers’ Boy Scout Meetings, Little League games, soccer games, and my meetings when I was PTA president or whatever political thing I was doing at the time.  She grew up riding on my hip with me speaking into a microphone, so it’s not a surprise that she grew up with a love of being on stage – speaking, dancing and performing.  She grew up as a cheerleader.  She grew up in dance classes.  She grew up to receive a scholarship, accepting it publicly on stage at the age of 18, in front of several thousand people, reading her winning essay to all in attendance.  She grew up to major in Communications/Public Relations, graduating last May, cum laude.

She grew up riding on my hip, going in and out of the hospital, visiting her now deceased brother.  She grew up watching her oldest brother struggle with ADHD, Tourette’s Syndrome, and OCD.  She grew up in a car seat with a box of juice and a container of Cheerios, cheering on and supporting her brothers.  She grew up watching my first marriage struggle.  She grew up watching it collapse.  She grew up watching her dad and me go our separate ways.  She grew up watching Roy come into the family, accepting and loving him as her step-father.  She grew up knowing life can be tenuous.  It’s not a surprise she’s a loving, accepting, caring individual.

With all of that, she is now an incredibly understanding and sincere individual that knows how to have fun and knows how to be serious, depending on the situation.  She has seen and been through more in life than most people will see, experience, or even know about in 90 years of existence on Earth.  She works hard, plays hard, and is good to her friends and family.  She is my youngest child, my baby girl, my joy.  We think a lot alike and have been there for each other no matter what.  She’s seen me at my highs and lows and everywhere in between, and she has supported me in whatever makes me happy.  I feel honored to be her mother, and when she has told me in the past that she has learned a lot from *me* and that I am a “role model” or “mentor” to her, I can’t imagine how.  This is more the way it *truly* is:

In my daughter’s eyes, I am a hero.

I am strong and wise, and I know no fear,

But the truth is plain to see.

She was sent to rescue me.

I see who I want to be

In my daughter’s eyes.

In my daughter’s eyes,

Everyone is equal.

Darkness turns to light,

And the world is at peace.

This miracle God gave to me,

Gives me strength

When I am weak.

I find reason to believe

In my daughter’s eyes,

And when she wraps her hand around my finger,

Oh, it puts a smile in my heart.

Everything becomes a little clearer.

I realize what life is all about.

It’s hanging on when your heart has had enough.

It’s giving more when you feel like giving up.

I’ve seen the light.

It’s in my daughter’s eyes.

In my daughter’s eyes,

I can see the future,

A reflection of who I am and what we’ll be,

And though she’ll grow and someday leave,

 Maybe raise a family,

When I’m gone, I hope you see how happy she made me.

For I’ll be there,

In my daughter’s eyes

                              Martina McBride




This is my baby girl, Kara, graduating from Cal State Sacramento, “cum laude”, May 2012


I love you dearly, Kara.  You are a joy to know.

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As the year comes to a close, here is the resolution left from society’s expectations of 2012 that someone at least should work on for 2013.  Roy and I are still waiting.  We were both raised as “Jetsons” kids.






Logan … this has always been your job in the family.  INVENT THIS FOR US!!!!!!

We have enough blankets … and I don’t need any with sleeves, thank you just the same …

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Since I don’t have to work on New Year’s Eve (I’m glad that it is a day off for me although I’ve worked it in the past and many will be working it this year), I want to send out my appreciation that, in this terrible nasty ugly economy (I won’t get started on a political diatribe, I promise), I have a job that keeps Roy and me going along with our multiple other endeavours; that I received a couple of good promotions and raises this year (I work hard); and that Roy ended the year being offered an awesome job on top of his self-employment.  Things have not always been easy for either of us over the last many years.  Therefore, we offer the following … and hope that all of you out there going through challenges in life always remember this … and keep moving forward, no matter what.


Be a survivor.

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