*True Confessions*

[Xelebes]

Xelebes, congrats on the job!!! YAY!! Thats wonderful. It sounds like you have been very productive and having fun with your music project.

Wow.. the reply screen loaded fast.

Anywho, yeah it's been going pretty good recently. And while the site I have so attached to I think I am addicted to it like heroine is undergoing renovations I'm browsing through the old old bookmarks and posting once again.

So I am here.

Again.

Yay.

Part-ay!

So yeah, once I can get a job I will be able to upgrade my studio and finally be able to save up for post-sec. Taking accounting - I know that is what I will end up doing.

Mm... numbers.

I start Monday so I still have time to relax and not worry about having to find another job. So confidence up and time to bring my post count finally over a thousand! Wait a minute... post count's don't mean anything - wait... yes they do. I can create cool titles for myself.

*dreams*

 

[JennyOmanHill]

jenny was complaining that I spend too much time on the computer, and not enough time with her. I decided to fix that by having a "movie night" with her.

We watched Hackers, The Net, Anti-Trust, You've Got Mail and The Matrix.

She's still mad at me. What did I do?

NG: a cruise sounds wonderful. Never been myself, but know several who have, and they always go back for more!

Good luck with the new job, X! I've got to get looking myself soon.

Happy Mom's Day to the TC mommies!

 

[Jewelz]

Jewelz, as you are the goddess of this thread, its always wonderful to see you share about your life. I know you did it with guarded caution for good reason. Its great to hear that things have been so wonderful with your family.


A rambling...

Well, two weeks from today I leave for a 7 day cruise to the Eastern Caribbean


Well as it appears to be very dead in here, Im going to watch "my girls" (Starting Over) saved so wonderfully on the TiVo. Have a great night!

Aww babe, thanks so much for your sweet words. I almost deleted it again because I felt so naked putting it out there.

Wow, enjoy that cruise honey! Too bad Nigel couldnt go along, I think the trip would have been that much more wonderful with the love of your life beside you. But enjoy the family, it is a great opportunity!! And the Caribbean!! Yum!!

I LOVE Starting Over!! Glad to see someone else around these parts like it too!!

 

[omahaman2]

NG,SIS

Enjoy the cruise

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OOPS.i know!!!!
the wrong one
Enjoy the time with family

JEWELZ,sis
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If it wasnt for you,TC wouldnt be!!!!!!

Hugggggggggs for dreammmmmmmmmmy too!!!!
You are in my thoughts and prayers!!

OMG!!!!!! we should have a little TCer by now,thanks to our mommy to be.She said by the ninth. Let me be the first to say

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Now,where are SS andKK ???????

 

[DreamOfSun]

Happy Mother's Day

A Tribute to Mothers

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
For those who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. So that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and for the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
Young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them. And pray for them.

“Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.”

 

[DreamOfSun]

I am dying to know - anyone heard from Miss Red yet?!?!?

 

[TantaLiza]

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, LADIES!!!


We made it home safely from DC... it was a wonderful trip with lots to see!! Beautiful weather for us, too!! Would love to do it again sometime... WITHOUT KIDS!!

Glad to see you made it home safely, too, Dreamy!!

Hope everyone has a wonderful week to come!!! Hugs!!

Blowin kisses, too...

~A

 

[appleapps]

Re: Happy Mother's Day

A Tribute to Mothers

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
For those who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars. So that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.
This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.
For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and for the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it in her heart?
Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for
Young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
And mature mothers learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Mothers with money, mothers without.
This is for you all. For all of us...
Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them every day that we love them. And pray for them.

“Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall.”

OMG, you have brought tears to my eyes, was tough not to cry reading that, thank you so much for your beautiful words, they are perfect,,,,, they describe all moms world wide,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Happy Mother's Day to you also DreamOfSun

 

[redelicious]

I am dying to know - anyone heard from Miss Red yet?!?!?

Sigh, nothing to report yet. Looks like I'll be overdue again. Not that I haven't tried to entice my daughter to arrive. We've done some nautural induction techniques (including bouncing on a birth ball - that is until I popped it and landed on my ass), but I guess she's just not ready yet.

Hopefully she will make her grand entrance soon.

(and ty Oman, your sweet post will be just as meaningful when she does finally get here. )

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommys here.

 

[redrider4u]

Hi to another Red! LOL.....just ran across you.....and.......realized you were gravid. Hope all is going well in that department.

Been a while since I was associated with that process..........

 

[SuperShyGuy]

Re: Happy Mother's Day

A Tribute to Mothers

DoS, I don't know if you wrote it or not, but it was very lovely and about 1000 times more articulate than I could ever hope to say. Lovely post.

 

[DreamOfSun]

Re: Re: Happy Mother's Day

DoS, I don't know if you wrote it or not, but it was very lovely and about 1000 times more articulate than I could ever hope to say. Lovely post.

I can't take credit for writing it (and am not sure who did) but it is indeed very fitting.

 

[DreamOfSun]

Sigh, nothing to report yet. Looks like I'll be overdue again. Not that I haven't tried to entice my daughter to arrive. We've done some nautural induction techniques (including bouncing on a birth ball - that is until I popped it and landed on my ass), but I guess she's just not ready yet.

Hopefully she will make her grand entrance soon.

(and ty Oman, your sweet post will be just as meaningful when she does finally get here. )

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommys here.

((( Red ))) You are in my thoughts! I know how tough those last few weeks are...

 

[naughtygirl]

HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY!!! to all of the mothers here at TC.... I hope you have a beautiful and wonderful day!



Red...I keep checking in hoping for news.... I'm so excited...

Oman...you are just too damn cute!

Jewelz, I got Nigel hooked on it too... This stuff with Josie threw me for a loop last week! I was nutty and could not wait to see what happened.

Wonderful post Dreamy...it moved me... thank you for sharing it.

Hellos to you all...have a great Sunday!

 

[omahaman2]

Love in the Home
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everything in its place,
but have not love, I am a housekeeper - not a homemaker.

If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements, but
have not love, my children learn cleanliness - not godliness.

Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh.
Love smiles at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.

Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.

Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves, and is
responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the toddler, runs
with the child, then stands aside to let the youth walk into adulthood.

Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.

Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection. Now I
glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there is much I
must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.

 

[kayte]

Sigh, nothing to report yet. Looks like I'll be overdue again. Not that I haven't tried to entice my daughter to arrive. We've done some nautural induction techniques (including bouncing on a birth ball - that is until I popped it and landed on my ass), but I guess she's just not ready yet.

Hopefully she will make her grand entrance soon.

(and ty Oman, your sweet post will be just as meaningful when she does finally get here. )

Happy Mother's Day to all the Mommys here.

{{{{{{{{{{Red}}}}}}}}}}}}} Darling you are in my thoughts and prayers.

Happy Mother's Day to you sweetie!!!

 

[omahaman2]

CONFESSION

I miss my mom

In about 4 hrs mothers day is over. I hope everyone,including myself,dont forget the rest of the year how special these ladies are.

Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs... since the payment is pure love." (Mildred B. Vermont)

 

[omahaman2]

The author must know the TC moms

A Mother's Walk

The young mother set her foot on the path of life. "Is this the long way?" she asked.

And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning".

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed them in the clear streams. As the sun shone on them, and the young mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this".

Then the night came ... the storm ... the path became dark. The children shook with fear and cold. The mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle. The children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near. No harm can come to us."

Then morning came. There was a hill ahead, and the mother and her children climbed and grew wearyShe would frequently tell the children, "Keep your patience because we are almost there."

So the children continued to climb. When they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

When the mother laid down at night, she looked up at the stars and thought, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I have given them strength."

The next day, strange clouds appeared which darkened the earth ... clouds of war, hate, and evil. As the children groped and stumbled, the mother said, "Look up! Lift your eyes to the light!"

The children looked. They saw above the clouds, an everlasting glory, and it guided them beyond the darkness. That night, the mother said, " This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God."

The days went on, and the weeks, and the months, and the years. The mother grew old and she was little and bent over. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. When the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to the top of a hill. They could see a shining road with a golden gate that opened wide. The mother said, "I have reached the end of my journey. I now know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them."

The children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates." They stood and watched her as she went on alone. The gates closed after her. The children said, "We cannot see her, but she is still with us. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Our mother is always with us. She's the whisper of the leaves as we walk down the street. She's the smell of bleach in our freshly laundered socks. She's the cool hand on our brow when we're not feeling well. Our Mother lives inside our laughter. She's crystallized in every tear drop we shed. She's the place we came from ... our first home. She's the map we follow with every step we take. She's our first love and our first heartbreak, and nothing on earth can separate us from her ... Not time ... not space ... not even death!

 

[TantaLiza]

Red.... keepin you in my thoughts and prayers!!!

Happy week to you all!!!

Blowin kisses....

~A

 

[naughtygirl]

*bump*

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*BUMP!!!!!*

 

[omahaman2]

*bump*

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*BUMP!!!!!*

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[omahaman2]

HEY!!!!!! WE SAID

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[LorriLove]

bump, anyone wanna true confession?? i got a beauty

 

[SuperShyGuy]

bump, anyone wanna true confession?? i got a beauty

Tease.

 

[Wintermute]

Probably True

If I am ever in a position to have intercourse with Anna Kournikova, I'm not going to discuss her tennis career, because I know she's sensitive about it -- but I need to talk about something because I'm gonna climax very, very quickly, no doubt about that.