This and That

There are times that being mom can be a difficult thing. Not many people are aware that I have a son who was hospitalized four years back. He was diagnosed as schizophrenic paranoid. That in itself is is an unforgettable night. Maybe one day I'll blog about that night which turned our world upside down and then right side up again. But the issue is that after he was medicated my son no longer worshiped in church with the fervor he used to. We are a Christian family and attend a non-denominational church. When we were going through this time in our lives we were unsure which church we would attend. Presently, we attend a very contemporary Christian church with many young families, college students, and an array of people of different ethnic backgrounds. I like it and so did my son who was ill. He is twenty-five now and because he feels secure when we ALL go together, I made this choice even though my husband and I may have gone to a totally different church. Regardless, everyone

I have always wondered what would happen tomorrow if I died today? Why? Well, all this paperwork that needs to be filed for every member of my family. These are ALL guys and no one puts anything in any kind of order. Everyday is paper everywhere. I can't stand my desk or top of my bedroom dresser because of all the paperwork. I have boxes and boxes of it. Oh, yeah, now I'm eco-friendly. Instead of boxes I have those reuse bags. Nevertheless, I continue to pile up paper. I am now trying a binder technique to keep everything for each member of the family in order. However, even that is getting ridiculous. I have a red bag for our taxes with two binders in it and a green bag for my older son. I will need a yellow and an orange one for my other two sons. Maybe color coding may help. I've tried your traditional file cabinet but that is a huge mess. I wish I had a file clerk just to do all my paperwork. I never get caught up because I still have to be mom and cook and

Well, lately, I have been toying with this thought about blogging. I feel maybe it could be a way to leave something behind in the event I go somewhere...if you know what I mean. I'm gonna be 55 this month and I realize how fragile time is. I still have Christmas decorations hanging in my dining room. It isn't that I haven't had time it's that time is flying!!! Regardless, I think I'm going to take a leap to leave something behind for the grandkids to read about their wacky grandma. BTW, I don't have any grandkids yet. But I am hopeful that the four sons I bore will procreate a few of them. So we'll see where this bloggin adventure takes me.