The Rants and Thoughts of VALadyNole

I have been in such a funk.  I am really struggling with the judging people thing.  I have to stop my self from spewing my opinions on people.  You know, how I think they can be doing it better.  This is hard for me because it is in my DNA to be judgemental and I have to fight that urge.  It really isn't even with strangers, it's with people I know and love.  I have to heed the youth pastors advice.  He says unsolicited advice is criticism, but if someone asks you can let them have it.  Okay...so I am going to continue to bite my tongue.

Why do most Gator fans always feel the need to rain on everyone else's parade?  (Note I said MOST!)  Seriously.  It gets a little old.  We get it you had a great run. Most schools do have a great run somewhere in their history.  Wow!!! I will celebrate my teams victories even if you did it first.  Get over yourselves. Believe me everyone knows at least one Gator fan who just doesn't get that you like the Seminoles (or whatever other team) and is always trying to convince you that you are stupid because of this. Plus, the only way to right your stupidity is to become a Gator fan.  I think not.  ERGH! I LOVE MY SEMINOLES!!  Don't ever forget that!!

I am so excited about moving into the new place.  I know that I need to get to packing.  But I have got so many ideas.  I am totally going to creative in Libby's and Micah's rooms.  I just can't wait. The biggest thing I am excited about it I am going to have an ART wall.  My kids are so creative.  I want to be able to make their art the focus.  Anyways...just a thought.

My mom is amazing.  She has always been there for me.  She has always supported me.  She is amazing. My bio-dad is still part of my life but he left me when I was young. He was never around when I was growing up. He called minutes before my wedding to tell me he wasn't coming. He wasn't there when I graduated from UCF. He didn't meet my children until they were 5 and 2. He left me feeling inadequate and when he said I love you it was empty. For most of my life I have HATED Father's Day. My stepdadv(Skinny Chuck) is amazing. He is proud of me. He challenges me. He was there when I was married, he was there when I graduated, he was there when my children were born. He didn't become stepdad until I was 19. Now that I'm 31, when he says I love you, it is filled with so much emotion for me. I might not share his DNA but I thank God every single day for my stepdad. He is the reason I no longer hate Father's Day.

...and lovin' what you do.  I totally feel that way about my job.  Crazy I know.  I used to think that there was nothing more fun or rewarding than teaching.  I was very wrong.  I love what I am doing now.  I love empowering domestic violence victims. That is all.

Okay first of all I am not proud that I am caught up in this crazy trial.  That being said I find it quite interesting. Do I think she did it?  Yeah, sad to say I do.  I think she was using chloroform as a nanny and that she over did it.  I think that in a panic, when she could not reach her parents for help that she put that baby girl in her trunk.  In disbelief of what happened she decided after watching the movies she did that her best bet was to fake a kidnapping.  She then duct taped her little girl's nose and mouth, put her in several garbage bags and attempted to bury her.  When she could stomach the fact her dead little girl would be buried in her backyard (a constant reminder of what she did) she dumped that precious child in the woods near her home. I think that doing all that made her crazy.  But she was lying long before that little girl was born.  I am so sad for that baby girl and as I watch my own daughter grow up I can't help but to think of all the mileston