I love baseball….. and softball…. they’re starting soon!!! Yeah!!!
by the Warren Brothers…
Hey, Mr President I don’t think I’d want your job
I can barely handle the simple one I got
Hey, Mr President how cool is Air Force One?
Are those guys in the House and The Senate ever gonna get anything done?
I ain’t no Democrat,I ain’t no Republican
We’re fathers and mothers we’re wives and husbands
And we pray that we dance at our daughter’s weddings
And our sons grow to fine men
And for peace on our land
Hey, Mr President how about that money I sent
Must take a lot of pork barrels to run the government
And hey, Mr President our kids in the middle east
I guess you gotta fight sometimes to find a way to keep the peace
I ain’t no Democrat,I ain’t no Republican
We’re fathers and mothers,sisters and brothers,wives and husbands
And we pray that we dance at our daughters weddings
And our sons grow to fine men
And for peace on our land
I cannot imagine how hard it must be
To tell some soldiers mother
That they died for their country
Mr President won’t you thank her for me
Hey Mr President do you ever feel alone
Surrounded by all those ghosts in the White House
Bet you wish you could move back home
We ain’t just Democrats,we ain’t just Republicans
It’s all for one and one for all were Americans
And we pray that we see our children’s children
And our sons grow to old men
And for peace
Yeah, peace on our land
Hey, Mr President
some inspiration for this week, thanks to Martina McBride…. Happy Valentine’s Day… to all!
If I could make my head space, fridge space right now, I’d be a very happy girl… ok.. woman.
I so don’t want to grow up, or be responsible. But I have to be, and all the things that are going on, seem like to much. I want to make my head into a fridge space, so that it will be numb and I can just get through all the things that are going on, without the tears and heartache they are bringing to me.
I know feelings are good things, the heartache only means I care about the people affected…. but the fridge space in my head would just be temporary, until things were resolved. But then again, there would be different things to deal with when my head was thawed.
So I settle for chocolate…. with a little bit of denial… and a lot of hope….and faith….
Other Sunday Scribblings are shared here.
- I’m looking forward to sleep… I just don’t know when it will be.
- The arms of my last, first date is a place I always wanted to visit and haven’t made it there yet.
- I’ve fallen in love with collecting scrapbook supplies (what they are for… no idea).
- Six of one, all of them, in my pocket is best.
- Addiction is a disease.
- The people who think they can sing on American Idol crack me up!
- And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to seeing some friends, tomorrow my plans include sports… again and Sunday, I want to catch up on all the things I’ve missed doing this week!
- It’s just as important to give your children roots as it is to give them wings
- Laughter is the best medicine.
- Don’t go looking for trouble. If may find you anyways.
- Looks at what you have, not what you don’t have.
- No decision is a decision. Sometimes it is letting someone else make one for you.
- Have patience – mostly with myself
- Treat food as fuel, not as a friend
- Life is what you make it, happiness comes from within and no one else cares about yours
- Watch peoples actions to see if they equal their words
- It’s ok to learn from the past, and prepare for the future, but live in the present
- Being the last to end a hug, is a wonderful thing
- Being willing to love… is scary, and worth it
- With every heartache there is a lesson
- Clean the house
- Do crafts
- Exercise
- Volunteer
- Learn something… to dance, to sing, to open my heart
- Have fun online… read blogs, look for a date, look for an old friend
- Cook a meal
- Hang out with friends and/or family
- Get some much needed sleep
- Read a book
The first time I heard this song, I completely ”got it”. When I was trying to decide if I was going to stay married…. or take back control of my life… I used to play games with my ring. I’d turn it around so that the wedding ring was on the outside when I knew I was leaving, when I was still trying the wedding ring was to the inside like it was the day of wedding. The wedding was beautiful….. the marriage left a lot to be desired.
Sadly, when I left, the only way to do it was by calling the cops. The x was more worried about the ring, I’m guessing so he could pawn it for drug money, so he wanted it when I left. He got it…. I got the kid.
I got the better end of the deal!!
If only the courts had let the deal stand…….
As I become more aware of me, more aware of when the shell…. thick brick wall… I’ve put around me, is coming down, I’ve started to call bull shit on others more. I should have been doing it all along, but didn’t know that it was ok.
As I thought about the word foul, I realized, like a game… being a who enjoys sports, it’s easy to do, foul is a much more comfortable word for to me to use. And I can use it with a child.
Having not been a good role model in the boundary department with my daughter, and wanting to be now, when something is not quite right, foul would be a good word to use. Some people will understand, others won’t and will think of it as an inside joke. I don’t mind having them with people I care about, they can be kind of fun. And in this case, a fun thing could help in making setting boundaries a lot easier.
Calling foul is just one step in learning how to set boundaries, but it’s an important step. Sometimes calling foul can be in ones own head, just to acknowledge something is not right, or to lead to a discussion. Just as long as it’s not confused with a ball, bat, and mitt, life is on a better life.
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