The strongest have seen a personal hell. They are survivors. They walk through the decay and crumbled ruins only to show their beautiful smiles as they carry loved ones with them. They see not the wreckage around them, but the beauty in what will be. So if a woman gives you attitude, suspect that its where she came from. Help change her vision of where she is going. Give her a map that shows a different path of greatness.
If you truly are going to take this seriously, then I suggest you turn around now. The truth is I am just a lil lady who loves a man and we started this thing called life. In the middle of it all we spawned to little boys. I will be offensive. I will be sweet. I will be snarky. I will go to church. I will drink vodka. Here is our story.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Adventures of Milly, Mr and the Spawn. . . Scene 1 Acts 1-4
Today ended and incredibly long snow week. Snowpocalypse 2014 hit our family hard this week. Our spawn had no school so Mr and I were at home
With the spawn. . .
Snowed in. . .
For a week. . .
Today is Sunday. I looked at Mr. and said, "I really wish I could work 70 hours this week." Mr looked at me and in true Mr. form started packing sandwiches and chips. He yelled downstairs, "Kids get dressed and put your Ipods away! We are going somewhere!" Spawns 10 and 7 asked their usual:
"Are we going to Chuck E. Cheese?"
"Are we going to play Laser tag?"
I have to admit. . I was praying it was outdoors. It was still rather chilly and windy but it was S.U.N.N.Y. and we were all looking rather gothic with our winter tans.
Mr. grabbed his camera and he took us to the Melvin Price Locks and Dam in East Alton, Illinois. He told the spawn, "You guys may curse today only. You may say dam but make sure you are pointing at the dam when you say it. Mkay?" The spawn smiled like vibrant happy little smurfs seeing their happy songs.
After a view of some boat breaking up the ice and looking out at the seagulls. We trucked over to the Audubon Center at Riverlands in West Alton, MO.
We did get to see a bald eagle up close and personal handled by a woman who stated she's loved eagles since she was a little girl and that this was her dream job. Have you ever heard how owners begin to resemble their pets? Yes. . .she was an eagle looking woman. Attractive yes. . .but in an eagle sort of way. I told Mr that an eagle must've been her spirit animal. SpawnT decided then that he wanted to be someone's pet. Preteen SpawnC rolled his eyes and said it was time to get him something to drink.
We loaded into the family truckster and headed home. This was a great short adventure for us.
PS . Currently trying to figure out my spirit animal.