Writers Workshop

Mama Kat is sponsoring Thursday's Writer's Workshop. Stop by and check out all the great posts.

This week I chose: What are YOU giddy about?

Ah, the Utah Jazz.

Capturing my thoughts and mind for most of the year.

It is time for renewing contracts and starting practices again.

My very own Paul Millsap’s contract was going to expire. He was going to be a free agent. We could lose him.

HOLD THE PHONE!!!

We cannot lose Millsap. He is my baby, my superstar, my chubby checked little babushka! And last year was a great year for him.

I need to let the Miller family how important it is to me for Millsap to be kept in Utah. Yet, I don’t want them to think I am unstable. They cannot know that I have thoughts of hanging out at the ESA trying to capture a glance of him. They cannot know that I dream of him driving up to work in his fancy smancy car and whisking me away to be his personal assistant. They cannot know that when he plays, I smile and think unpure thoughts! They cannot know the depth and breadth I will go for Millsap! If they did, they may request that I be locked up for the season.

My hubby calls Millsap “Your Boy”. As they say in “Holes”, if only, if only! Hubby is so intuitive.

Paul, if you are reading this (in my wildest of all fantasies, Millsap stalks me!! So cool) please know that if I had $10 Million to give you as a signing bonus, I would. If I was able to pay you what you are worth (which in my opinion is more than that nasty Kobe!) I would do it.

SIGH!

The Jazz did get Millsap a tasty little contract that makes both of them (and me) happy. He will be staying in Utah. My little heart is all a twitter.

GO JAZZ!!

Writers Workshop - Love Letter

I don't mean this post to be a poor pity me post...just want to tell my baby how I was feeling and had Kathy give me the chance!

Writers Workshop once again. This week is easy.

One of Mama Kat's assignment is to post a love letter.

Madie wrote me an amazing letter for Mother's Day. It was nice to hear that she loved me and was glad I was her mom. I have been having some very serious MAJOR issues with Madie. Tough stuff that I thought my kids would never do. Unfortunately, sometimes they do. The letter doesn't make the matter any easier to deal with but it does lessen the pain when I read it because I know, somewhere inside my mixed up, screwed up child, is the little girl who did everything with me and loved me more than anything else. I just hope I can find her before she is lost to me forever.

Dear Madie-

The letter you wrote me on Mother's Day means the world to me. Sometimes mom's feel used and abused and it's always is nice to know that what we do is appreciated and acknowledged.

Right now my heart is breaking for you. I am lost. You are lost. I am trying to find you, trying to find my Madie in this insane world you have entered. I am sad and I am confused.

I had big dreams for my children. The whole white picket fence and yellow gingham curtain thing was going to be mine and I was going to share it with my angelic children.

Life has thrown us some wrenches and we ourselves have thrown in a few screwdrivers and hammers. You just emptied the whole toolbox. We are all now dodging dangerous weapons. This was not how life was going to be.

When you make mistakes and take huge falls in your life, you don't hurt just yourself. You hurt me, your Dad, your Step Dad, Cole and Alex. Right now we are all scared for you.

I remember the day I found out you would be a girl. I cried and felt so blessed. I was to be the mother of a daughter. What could be better? I told my co workers the great news and my friend Mickey gave me a kiss on the cheek, a kiss I was sure you could feel...because she had a daughter and she knew how I felt.

You are not alone in this fight. You have a great support system, but you have to let us help you and not to enable you to continue on. Things are going to get alot worse before they get better. But we are all going to be there for you.

Come back to us Madie, come back to Mommy. I love you more than life itself. I want my Madie back and I will go to the depths of hell to get you back.

I"ll love you forever,

I'll like you for always.

As long as I'm living (and forever more)

Your Mommy I'll be.

Always and forever,

Mom

Writers Workshop

This week one of Mama Kat's assignment was to write a poem to your Mom. I am not much of a poet so I thought I would share a poem my oldest son wrote to me for Mother's Day when he was about 13 years old.

This is the Fat Cat Striper-Viper

THE BEST MOM IN THE WORLD

You have a fat cat named Viper,

You even changed my stinky diaper.

You're there for me when I am sad,

You're there for me when I was bad.

All and all, you're the best Mom in the world.

And mean the world to me.

You were there for me when I felt blue,

And on this special day I want to tell you,

I Love You!

Thanks for the great poem (10 years ago when I got it I cried!) I love you too Cole!

Writers Workshop

Once again I found something from Mama Kat's Writers Workshop that tickled my fancy. Go check out her blog and all the great entries.

Is plastic surgery an option? Without being vulgar, write about the body part still attached to you that you would most like to dis-attach and replace with a better one.

During our Easter Party my mother turned to me and said, "What did you do to your face?" This is a question I have been asked several times in the last month. I emailed my much older sister to tell her the story and to see if she knew any "good" Doctors. She is getting older and couldn't remember the doctors name. Could be the first sign of Dementia.

When I was a teenager I hardly ever had a blemish on my face. Once in a while I would get a zit right in the middle of my forehead. Nothing hideous or gross, just a zit. Below is evidence of my blemish free complexion. I was lucky. I don't think I ever washed my face with Noxzema like a good 70's girls would have done.

Back to my mothers comment. I had a woman at church ask me if my hubby had been hitting me, (Which DID NOT sit well with him. He now thinks everyone thinks he beats me! Poor guy. And he really is just the sweetest thing ever!), then a guy at work I hadn't seen for about six months walked in a few weeks ago and said, "What's that thing on your face?" then last night at dinner, after my mother sat down at the table, my sister (who really is a smart alec!) said to me (In a very loud voice) "What did you do to your face?" Then she laughed, an evil laugh. My mother, who is sitting next to me, wheels around, stares at my face and says the very same thing. The same thing as before. I gave my sister an eye roll. If she had been closer I would have kicked her. HARD.

I have never thought of having plastic surgery. I am pretty much OK with my sagging parts. And I have had three C-sections already. I am not interested in surgery. But lately I have been thinking more about going "under the knife" or at least having a chemical peel or burning this thing off my face.

Here is the HIDEOUS mark on my face that my mother keeps mentioning. This is covered with concealer and makeup! I am looking for a Dermatologist in Salt Lake County. Anybody know any good ones? My sister is keeping hers a secret!