Close Your Eyes by Ellen Wolf a Book Review

This story is a romance set in England and it involves a set of wealthy privileged old money brothers and one girl named Meg.  The brothers, named Ry and Matt meet Meg the very first day of Kindergarten when Ry is dropped off by his Mother.  Matt, the younger brother, is screaming hysterically and making a spectacle of himself not wanting to be separated from his older brother.  Meg takes this scene all in with interest and notices Ry when he goes and comforts his little brother.  It is at this time that she decides she is going to marry Ry.

We fast forward to present day, with everybody grown and living their lives intertwined.  Meg and Ry are dating and in love and Meg is planning the perfect proposal in her mind egged on by her best friend and business partner.  Meanwhile, we learn the Matt has been secretly in love with her for years. 

The book has a good story and flows well.  It would be a great read while curled on a couch in front of a crackling fire.  It is a typical romance novel and I suspect that the boys were modeled after the Prince's William and Harry as I had images of them throughout the entire story.  With that being said, I would recommend this book if you are either a fan of the Royal Family or you just like a good romantic story.

Backyard Bones by Nancy Lynn Jarvis a Book Review

This book is a mystery written by a realtor named Nancy Lynn Jarvis.  The book is one of a series that she has written titled the Regan McHenry Mystery Series.

In this installation we find Regan,who is a realtor herself, dropping in to visit some clients that recently bought a home.  While dropping off a welcome basket, the new owners children run in with a skull and declare that they had just dug it up from the back yard.  And the story takes off from there. 

After that discovery is declared to be an Indian burial, the family finally gets back to their lives and Regan sells the house next to theirs to a Wiccan couple.  As you can imagine this causes a big uprising especially from a Pentecostal neighbor.  The next thing we know there is another body found on the original property and  again the boys have dug it up.  This time it is a whole different story, this girl is young and Regan knows the young girl to be a former friend of her son's.

Regan is apparently an amateur sleuth and she takes it upon herself to get involved and solve the murder.  She works with a friend that is involved in the law enforcement community where they live.  The case takes us down several wrong paths until we finally reach the conclusion with the correct murder. 

While this book was a quick read, it was only a mediocre book for me.  And to be honest, the entire time I was reading this book I was having flashes of Murder She Wrote.  My recommendation would be that if you enjoyed Angela Landsbury then give these books a try.  If you enjoy something a little deeper and more realistic then pass on this one.

September Fair by Jess Lourey a Book Review

This is a young lady by the name of Mira who has left the big city of Minneapolis and moved to Battle Creek to find herself.  She works at the local library and also writes part time for the local newspaper.

In this book we find Mira covering the Milk-Fed Mary Queen of the Dairy contest at the Minnesota State Fair.  On her first day there covering she witnesses the murder of Ashley the much hated newly crowned Milk-Fed Mary.  Ashley is sitting in a refrigerated booth having her likeness sculpted out of butter as is the tradition and the power goes out.  Once the power is restored we find Ashely dead in the booth with the sculptor.  The story takes off from there.

We meet a whole string of comical characters as well as serious contenders for the title of murderer. The story takes us on a journey as Mira deals with her own issues as well as tries to solve the murder for Ashley's grieving Mother.

The book is an entertaining, sometimes funny read and I enjoyed it enough to read it in a matter of 3 a few days.  It would be a good book to read for fun on a long weekend or short vacation.

I, Michael Bennett by James Patterson a Book Review

I LOVED this book!  And I have decided that I like Michael Bennett as much as Alex Cross.  This story starts out in New York City with Detective Bennett and a joint task force getting ready to take down a drug king pin from Mexico.  The drug lord, Perrine, is coming to the city to watch his daughter graduate from NYU Law School and Bennett has set a plot to capture him.  Obviously, it all goes wrong and the attempt fails and leaves several dead to include Bennett's best friend Hughie.

The story takes off from here with an extensive man hunt as well as murder for hire.  There are all sorts of exciting twists and turns that made this a real page turner for me.  The most exciting part was the end.  I found myself saying what the heck and looking for the next Micheal Bennett book.  I need to know what is happening and what is going to happen.  I will be one of the firsts in line to purchase it!  Write faster Mr. Patterson because enquiring minds want to know the fate of this family and that nasty drug lord!

Definitely a thumbs up from me!  Happy reading all!

A Cowboy For Christmas by Kristen James a Book Review

This story is set on a horse ranch in Oregon and begins with a young woman, Missy, showing up to meet the lawyer that is handling her brothers estate.  Her brother that she hardly knew has recently died in a tragic accident and he has left his half of the ranch to her much to his business partner and bestfriend, Brent's dismay.

This book is a piece of romantic fluff complete with horses, ranch hands,an overly handsome business partner and secret pasts.  They flirt, they fight, they make up, they get confused, they spill their hearts and you know what happens next.  There are a few steamy scenes that are fun to read and they sure make you wish that you had your own chiselled cowboy to play with. As with all of the romantic novels that we women love to read, they end up in wedded bliss living happily ever after.

If you want something that is an easy read that you don't have to put alot of thought into then this is your book.  The story is predictable but sweet and I enjoyed reading it.  It was the perfect rainy weekend book and I wasn't disappointed with my choice.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn a Book Review

Wow!  What a roller coaster ride!  I thought that I had this all figured out and then wham, a twist that I did not see coming.  I read more and yet another twist and then the biggest twist of all on the very last page!

This was one of the best books that I have read in a while.  I thoroughly enjoyed the story line and read parts of it with my mouth hanging open in disbelief.  It took me a total of 2 days to read this novel because I could not bear to put it down.  It has been a long time since I have had that experience.

This story starts in New York City with a young couple that meets at a mutual friends party one evening.  They lose touch but later reconnect and marry and it becomes fairly obvious pretty quickly that they really don't know each other.  For that matter the reader doesn't really know them either.  The plot takes you from NYC to Carthage, Missouri, much to Amy's dismay.  It is here in Nick's boyhood home, which comes complete with sick parents and a twin sister that Amy's true self begins to surface.  And let me say that she is one crazy individual, but don't get me wrong because Nick comes with his very own set of issues.

There is no way for me to go much deeper into this plot without really giving away parts of the story that the reader needs to discover for themselves.  I will say that I highly recommend this book to anybody that enjoys a good mystery complete with lots of unexpected twists.

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand a Book Review

 Unbroken tells the story of Louis Zamperini. He was the son of Italian immigrants raised in Torrence California.  What a life he had!  I don't want to give all of the details of this story to you in this review because I really want you to read this book.

 This man started out as a rebellious kid but turned his life around to run in the Olympics with the guidance of his brother.  He fought in WWII and was a POW for 2 and a half years.  What Louie endured was beyond belief and my heart ached for him during the telling of those years.  After he was returned home at the end of the war his struggles dealing with the torture almost ruined his life.  He remarkably pulled through with the help of one man that I was suprised by.  I will not tell you who that was because you need to find this out for yourself.

 Remarkably Louie is still living and is well into his 90's.  I urge everyone to read this book.  It was a remarkable journey and well worth the read. I know for a fact that I could never survive the things that he did and I am amazed that he survived as well. I would give anything just to sit down with this remarkable man and talk to him for 10 minutes even.

Just Keep Smiling

How is it that no matter what happens in our lives people expect you to suck it up and just smile?  I feel like the world is crashing down around me and I can't seem to impress on those around me that I am starting to lose it.

Since May I have developed a seizure issue that as of this date has yet to be diagnosed, lost my position at work because of the mysterious seizures, been fighting with my disability insurance almost daily because they can't seem to gather the required paperwork from the doctor to pay me, watched my bills pile up, lost my ability to drive, and learned that my boyfriend is being transferred out to town for work.

Now I am not sure whose Wheaties I peed in to deserve all of this but I am sorry and take it all back.  I feel like I am losing my mind and my desire to deal any longer with this stuff.  I mean how is it that no matter what I do I can't seem to get ahead? 

Family and friends all try and act like they understand but unless you have been through something similar and had the proverbial rug pulled out from under you, there is no way.  I understand that they are all trying to make me feel better and don't get me wrong, I have a great family and network of friends.  It is just that I feel like something is missing that would help me get over this hump.

Maybe what I need is a bottle of Jack Daniels and a 2 liter of diet coke!  Or maybe it is a diagnosis so I at least feel like I am not crazy and that there is a game plan to improve my health? And how about the ability to drive or work and enough money to pay the bills and provide for my kids?  How about a man to love me and offer his support and a hug every now and then so that I don't feel so alone? Oh heck, while I am wishing upon a star maybe I should wish for a winning lottery ticket! 

I know that it seems as if I am whining but I am just really, really tired of all of this.  It can only go up hilll from here...right?

How Do You Keep the Faith?

I feel like I am losing faith in everything.  I have been struggling with my health and living in pain since Mid May and still no answers from the Doctors.  I have a boyfriend that I really like that is moving two and a half hours away.  And he and I apparently want two different things.

I have heard talk all of my life about God and I really want to believe but where is He now?  I have been struggling for years and if there really is a God then why is this all happening?  I pray, I go to church, I talk to friends and family, and yet if He is out there I see no evidence.

How are we as Christians or the faithful expected to remain faithful when there is never a reprieve from all of the adversity?  How do we keep believing that there is something bigger out there and that we just need to surrender to it and accept God's plan when nothing ever seems to work out in your favor?  How many restarts in life does each person get?  What if this is as good as it gets?

I now understand why there are so many people out in this world that have been beat up to the point where they think that the concept of a Deity is just lore.  I too am starting to wonder if it is a myth or if there is something to it.  Maybe I should just give up and start living my life without any thought to anybody but myself.  How much worse can my life be?  I already suffer daily with pain and seizures, have already been forced to surrender my position at work, and I am once again alone.  And all of these things were accomplished with daily pray, being kind to others, going to church, giving to God and living a life that was faithful and good.


I apologize to anybody out there that I may offend with this post and that is not my intention but I am just exhausted and needed to vent.  If anybody out there has an argument as to why I should keep believing then I will consider it but to be honest I am about done.

Dating Issues Again!

I am so tired of the dating difficulties.  I can't decide if it is just me or if it is just the dating scene for all of us in our forties.

I met this really great guy and we have been inseparable since meeting five months ago. We are together five or six days a week and get along great.  So what is the problem you might be wondering.  He is moving two and a half hours away due to his job and will be leaving in just a few more weeks.  When he first told me a month ago, I obviously got upset but then I accepted it and started putting on this tough exterior where I told myself that it was fine and we would just be friends. Now that it is getting closer to the move I am realizing that I am really not happy about this.  I keep telling myself that whatever is supposed to happen will happen because that is what you are supposed to tell yourself in these situations.  But why does it still bother me?

Plus there are a few other issues that I keep trying to rationalize.  I think that he and I want different things in life.  He wants to just date forever and never get married again and I don't want to live with somebody unless we are married.  The issue with that plan is that he is very active in church and he doesn't believe in sex before marriage.  I don't have an issue with that except I don't want to spend my life sexless and alone every night.  Personally, besides thinking that sex is just plain fun, I think that it brings me closer to the one I am dating.  How can a relationship survive a situation like this?  Should I have to make compromises?  Should he?  Should we or could we even meet in the middle?

I guess that I am going to have to discuss these things with him but from where I am sitting right now, this relationship is doomed.  The sad part is that I can't figure out if it is my fault or his.  Can a man really expect a woman to be happy dating forever and never having sex?  I honestly think that he believes that.  Sounds crazy huh?

11th Hour by James Patterson a Book Review

In this story we find the Women's Murder Club faced with two different cases.  In the first case there is a vigilante running the streets and murdering drug dealers and the second case involves the discovery of two heads on the back patio of a much loved actor.

The two cases consume Boxer and Conklin as they race against the clock to solve the mysteries.  There are the usual twists and turns as well as a surprise or two in this book.  I found it to be both fast paced as well as entertaining.  My only complaint would be that one minute you are engrossed in trying to figure it out and the next we know who it is and Boxer and Conklin are running them down.  To me it just seemed a little like Patterson got tired of writing and just decided to wrap it up.

Overall I enjoyed the story and would recommend it to the loyal Patterson followers.  Just wished there was a few more twists and turns. 

Sex and Sunsets by Tim Sandlin a Book Review

What a bizarre book yet I couldn't seem to not finish it. The main character is a strange man in his early 30's by the name of Kelly Palamino, a hopeless dishwasher living in Jackson Hole.  He has several mental issues, one of which he thinks that water talks to him.  In this story his current wife which he married during their free spirited hippy, panhandling, free love phase has walked out on him and denied ever marrying him.  She has traded it all in to move in with a former friend that they once hung on the streets of New Orleans with during their drug hazed hippy life. 

One afternoon Kelly is sitting on his front stoop when he sees a young woman, Collette, in her wedding dress, punt a football and he decides at that moment that she is miserable and meant to be his true love.  This crazy man crashes their wedding and begins a long journey of stalking this girl and trying to convince her to leave her wealthy new husband to be with him. The lengths that this man goes through is just plain crazy and all the while the water is giving him advice.  In the meantime, the obvious occurs and Collete's weathly father in law makes every attempt to ruin Kelly and run him out of town or lock him away.  Why you might wonder?  Because Collette has some sort of weird fascination with this loser and can't keep herself from sneaking off the meet him.

The story takes on several twists and turns and occasionally I couldn't decide whether to feel sorry for him or think that he was a whack job that needed to be institutionalized.  I am still trying to decide if I actually liked the book or if it was just one of those freak shows that you can't seem to not watch. 

Seizure Frustrations

In mid May, I started to have multiple seizures.  After 4 days in the hospital, I was told that it wasn't epilepsy and it wasn't a brain tumor.  Diagnosis was non-epileptic seizures caused by trama or stress.  The problem is that I have never had anything tramatic happen in my life nor do I think that I am overly stressed.  I was told that I couldn't drive for 90 days from last seizure nor could I work and I was sent to a counsellor to determine what my trigger was.  Verdict was that I was a tough case because there were no obvious triggers to address and stop the seizures.

I have been trying to find a doctor to review my information and see what they are missing but apparently getting in to see these guys is near impossible.  My FMLA runs out in a week and I have to go back to work. I still have seizures almost daily and suffer from short term memory issues. How do I deal with this?

If there is anybody out there that has experienced something like this, I would appreciate some feedback on what you found out and how you dealt with it.

Time to Make the Donuts.....again

Did you ever feel like you do the same thing everyday?  I think that I am stuck in a rut.  A great big muddy rut in which there is no escape.  I do the same thing everyday with little to no variation. I get up at the same time every morning, I shower, I start prodding kids out of their respective beds, I make my coffee, grab lunch boxes, load us all in the car, close the garage door, get to the stop sign at the end of the street, wonder if I closed the garage door, ask the kids if they saw me close said garage door, drive to two different schools and drop off kids, get on the freeway, drive for 25 minutes, go into my office, log on to my computer, eat my breakfast at my desk and then I have a fun filled day at work.  Nine hours later I shut down my computer, pack my work bag up, get back on the freeway, drive 25 minutes, pull in the garage, walk into the house to cries of we are starving and what are we having for dinner.  I fix dinner while making sure homework is done, I put dinner on the table and listen to moans and groans and complaints about what I fixed for dinner, I clean the kitchen, beat kids into the showers and then into bed. AND then I fix lunchboxes, the coffee pot, and collapse into my bed only to have it start all over again 7 hours later.

How did this become my life?  I would love to do something different for just one week.  Something crazy and out of the ordinary for me.  I would love a week without a schedule, without having to cook, clean, take care of kids and a house.  But I also have to wonder what would I do?  Would I be clueless as to how to function without this routine?  Would I discover that I loved living the life of Riley and stage a revolt fighting the return to that old life? Or would I scurry back to it with my tail tucked between my legs longing to feel that security again?

I would like to think that I would enjoy myself for that glorious week of no responsibility and schedules.  And then when it was time to return to my hell, I would like to imagine that I would embrace the routine with open rested arms and a smile on my face.  But somehow I doubt that would happen.  And to quote Dori the Fish from Finding Nemo, "Just keep swimming, swimming, swimming." and one day my week will come.

How did this happen?

Have you ever had one of those moments where you just say, "How in the world did my life end up like this?"  I had such a moment today driving home from work.  I was driving along recapping my day in my mind and all of the sudden I just started thinking about my life and how or why it is the way it is.

When I was young and obviously delusional, I thought that I was invincible and that I was going to live this fabulous life and conquer the world.  Man was I wrong!  I went from being at the top of my high school class and thinking that I was going to breeze through college and become a veterinarian.  That I was going to live in a cool house by myself, drive a sports car, never get married and definitely never ever ever ever have kids.

The first thing that went wrong was I struggled in college.  It wasn't nearly as easy as high school and of course the end result was I completed one year and suffering from extreme burn out and humiliation, I crawled back home to Mom and Dad.  I ended up taking a job at a local vet clinic that was just supposed to be for the summer but turned into a temporary career.  Were my parents pleased about this development?  Absolutely not!  But hey, I had great intentions, I would just take a short break and then find something that might be more of a fit for me and get back in school.

What actually happened was I met this man that I thought hung the moon and I eloped and married him.  Then I followed him to Texas, some 1200 miles away from any family or friends, and sat at home wondering what in the world I was going to do with myself all day while he went to work and made friends.  My solution, you guessed it, a baby.  That would just solve everything in my world right?  Very, very wrong.  The first issue was that I suffered from some infertility issues and after 2 surgeries, fertility pills and a little help in the fertilization department I was on my way to being a Mom.  Then the trouble really started, or maybe it had already started and I was just in denial, but I had to go on bed rest due to preterm labor.  I think that was when my husband first started to resent the idea of me and a baby.  I honestly think that he was jealous because he was no longer getting 100 % of my attention and the tables were turned to where he had some responsibility to me whereas before I took care of him. 

After our daughter was born he became more and more distant and started having more and more things to do after work.  And then it really hit the proverbial fan.  He comes in and makes the announcement that he can't live like this anymore and he isn't happy.  I actually hyperventilated and threw up.  I of course asked the obvious question, was there another woman.  He denied it but I could tell that he was lying by the look on his face.

 Here I was, 1200 miles from home, turning 30, no job and a 2 year old.  I was wondering how in the world I had gotten myself into this mess.  I struggled for a year in Texas trying to make ends meet and survive but after it became obvious that his daughter was always going to come second to whatever else he had going on, so I packed up and came home to Kentucky.  And in case you were wondering, he moved the woman that he wasn't dating into our marital home before we had even formally filed the divorce papers.
Also it was all my fault that he dated her.  The reasoning was that I never had time for him since I had our daughter, and he had known this woman longer than me.  Now if I remember correctly, he wholeheartedly participated in the conception of our child.

Now fast forward 3 years and I'll be damned if I didn't get myself in even a worse situation.  This time I met a man that I let convince me that he was something he was not.  After I married him and had become pregnant he became controlling and mean to me and my daughter.  I spent almost 5 years with him before I got the courage to take the kids, move out and file for divorce.  I took a part time job as a teller at a bank that turned into a full time job which eventually turned into a management position.

What is my life like now?  I am 45 years old, working over 40 hours a week, struggling to pay the bills that are up to my eyeballs and wondering how did my life get so far off of track.  Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be twice divorced and alone without a college degree.  I often wonder if I have disappointed my parents half as much as I have disappointed myself.  I also refuse to give up hope that one day I will look back on all of this and realize how strong I actually was. I did somehow manage to have 2 great kids and I also have hope that I won't live my life alone and that there is still a decent man left in this world for me.  I also hope that my children learn from my mistakes and make better decisions than I did.  I guess at the end of the day maybe there is hope and still a light at the end of that tunnel.

Stuff People Do When They Think Nobody Is Watching

I am driving to work this morning and as I am sitting in traffic on the freeway I happen to look over and see a man with his finger shoved up his nose to the second knuckle.  This man was mining for some serious gold and that got me to wondering what other things do people do when they think nobody is looking.  Needless to say, the longer I thought about all of the things that I have witnessed the more I laughed. And then this thought popped in my head. " I wonder what things people do that I haven't witnessed."

I posed this question to my staff at work and we have compiled a list of things that we have either witnessed or knew people have witnessed.  I am going to throw this list out there and would love to hear other stories from people that have either witnessed or know people that have witnessed these things.  I want to see how many items we can come up with.

Here is my personal list: Mining for gold
                                     Men fixing their junk
                                     Men and women digging their underwear out of their butts
                                     Digging in their ears and then looking at what they have harvested
                                     Squeezing pimples at a red light
                                     Scratching boobs
                                     Spitting lougies out of car windows
                                     Picking food out of their teeth
                                     Singing or talking to yourself
                                     Sniffing your own arm pits
                                     Belching
                                     And my personal favorite is the sneaky fart.  You know what I am talking about too! You round the corner to walk down an aisle at the grocery or WalMart or you get on an elevator and it just smacks you in the face and makes you gag.  Do people seriously think that nobody will notice that they stink bombed the area???

Now you have my list and I want to see yours.  I showed you mine, now show me yours! =)

Is it just me or does everybody have bad dating karma?

It seems like no matter how many dates I go out on or how many different men I meet, the end result is always the same, EPIC FAIL, as my teenage daughter would say.  Which begs me to ask, "Is it me or the men?"

I have tried various methods of meeting potential dates and it seems that although the pools are different the basic personality types are always the same.  There is the one that lies about being married, the one that has kids but fights continuously with his ex and has way more drama in his life than I want to deal with, and there is the narcissist.  Now the latter seems to be the one that I seem to either be the most attracted to or I just seem to attract. 

I am not blaming anyone but myself for my own dating decisions but seriously when will I learn that outgoing, funny and charming goes hand in hand with classic narcissist. They come in all shapes and sizes and I am pretty sure that I have encountered most of them.  I know that there are many of you out there that know exactly what I mean.  And not just women either because I have met a few women in my lifetime that would qualify as a narcissist.  Heck if I am totally honest with myself I would have to admit that in my 20's I was probably one of the worst.  And maybe that is why karma seems to be taking a big bite out of my butt right now. 

So from this day forward I intend to be more vigilant at monitoring my narcissit radar.  That means that the first time I friend you on facebook and notice that 90 % of your friends are women and that you post 20 times a day and 30 women "like" your comment, I am going to unfriend you and run for the door.  If we go out and it takes you longer to fix your hair that it does for me to fix mine, I am going to run for the door. If you continuously talk about how people find you charming and funny, I am going to run for the door. If you are constantly telling me how handsome women find you or how white your teeth are or how good you look in your jeans, or how wonderful you are and you thrive on the attention of others, I am going to run for the door.  BUT if you ask me about my day or tell me that I am pretty, or ask me about my kids, or ask me what you can do for me, then I am going to settle right down on the couch with you and tell you how wonderful and handsome you are without you asking for it. 

If there is one bit of advice I could give any man considering dating a single working mom, it would be that we spend all day, everyday having demands put on us and sometimes it is just nice to have somebody in your life that doesn't constantly demand you stroke their ego.  Quiet confidence is the ticket boys!

No Good Deed Goes Unpunished

Where does the fun ever end one might ask or wonder.  This weekend was a prime example of how I went from feeling great to being at the end of my rope.

Last weekend the part of the state where I grew up was devastated by tornadoes.  This path of destruction goes on for 90 miles and that in itself is hard to fathom. But couple that with the fact that this is the eastern part of the state that already struggles financially and you have a major disaster. 

So because this is the part of the country that I grew up in and because I still have roots there, I decided to gather and collect donations of goods to deliver to a surviving local church.  The drive was more successful than I could have ever imagined and we ended up with two truckloads thanks to my friends and co workers.

We reached our destination and the state of the area was unbearable and my heart went out to these people that have lost homes and businesses.  We delivered our goods and headed back home with heavy hearts but feeling good that we could somehow contribute to the situation.

So a week of hard work, six hours in a truck, and an hour or so of unloading we get back to town.  And that is when it all went down hill for me.

First I return the borrowed truck to a friend and after some thank you's and good bye's we ended up in a major fight that by the way, had nothing to do with the truck or trip but personal issues.  This puts me in a foul, why are men such jerks, kind of mood. 

Then I rush to pick my son up from a birthday party and by this time it is 8:00 PM and my daughter and I are starving.  We decided that we would hit a local Jason's Deli and graze the salad bar and relax.  All good right??

Well we complete our R and R and meal, walk out of the door to our car and my son gasps and yells, "What happened to your car Mom?"  I look and much to my dismay I discover that some, unknown to this day, person has taken out the side of my car in the parking lot and ran off leaving no note with contact info, or an I'm sorry, or even a kiss my ass.  Now because my daughter totalled her car out as well as taking out another car, I feel that I can't report this to my auto insurance.

I know you are thinking seriously.....how can all of this happen to one person on one weekend?  But this isn't all, both of my kids get sick and I have to take them both to doctors and I have to miss a day of work to take care of all of this.

Finally after all of this happening in a 24 hour window, I did the only sane thing that I could do.  I sat in my car alone in my garage and cried my eyes out.

Can I just say that life as a single working parent is not roses.  Even on a good day........

In tomorrow's blog we will address narcissism and what it looks like to the outside world in case you either don't know or think it is one of your endearing qualities.