It was laundry day again today. I have been putting it off for 2 weeks. To get by I've been doing small loads here at the house and hanging them outside on the small rack I have for them.
So today, E got home from work, I loaded the car up with way too much laundry and went to the mat, laundry mat that is.

I unloaded my things and found that the washers were mostly being used so I stacked my bags and hampers up to wait.

Half an hour later a washer cleared up. I pulled my bags that needed the longest drying to that first washer and some woman walked in while I was over getting the soap, pushed my stuff out of the way and started her wash.

Laundry day is never a good day for me. I dislike laundry day.

I wan to find a better not so frequented place.


WahE came with and helped me out. He is a big help ALL the time. He did half the loading and he unloaded the dryers into the baskets as I sorted it into thier proper bags.

In other news.....

I am almost the mother of a 16 year old. He is trying to get his license to drive. I dread him driving. He gets so easily distracted. But his father has bought him a car and is promising he can drive it if he moves in with him. He is also told he won't be able to drive over here when he wants and he is not happy about that.

The best news yet....

Tomorrow starts ComicCon. BigE starts his 5 days of voluntering and fun. I am so looking forward to his tales of happenings, and all that goes with. Photos to follow if I can get some from him as time goes by.

How is your week?

Some of the hardest words to say for loads of people are: "can", "help", "me", "you". When these words combine in the right order it is something so many are reluctant to say.

But why the reluctance? Is it because we don't want to show that we are weak? Is it because we are ashamed of others thinking worse of us because we aren't perfect in all we do?

Asking for help is one of the things that help bless others. Being helped blesses us.

This has been on my mind a lot recently. I have a son, who shall remain nameless, hates asking for help. He hates to ask for help to the point it makes him sick to his stomach. He has gotten by with his school work by just listening to me and then doing the bare minimum. FF to now he is struggling with some of his work. Why? Because waaaaayyy back when he should have asked for help he didn't. He even went so far as to talk about what he was doing with his friend and they would take over the conversation and in the process give him the answers. Now he is paying for that. He is struggling with the work.

Why is is so hard to ask for help??? I don't have a problem but I also don't ask for help a lot. I have found that asking for help too often puts people off.

I have been thinking about this since my Philipino neighbor lost her son. She knew her son was sick and for a few years she was going to loose her son. But in her comunity she has never been at a loss of support. She hasn't had to ask for help because as soon as she told those around her that her son was sick, they all came around her as often as they could not her family as they are in the Philipines. They knew she was studying and when she was going to be home. They would come around a few days a week. They would stop by the hospital and visit her son that lived their for the last 2 years of his life. They called her all the time and stepped up and helped her out as often as possible.

Her husband on the other hand is white, no family around to help him out. His friends are Navy people. But they all have their own lives. They all know what is going on but he has had to ask a few times for help.

When his son died, he had a few people around him that have helped but they have all gone back to doing what they need to do. He is as he told me having to soldier up. He is having to carry the weight of his son's death all on his own.

As I have walked by their door, I see her sitting their surrounded by friends/people that she knows, laughing and having a good time. He husband he is sitting over to the side at his table and just sad he looks like he is just trying to not cry in public.

I asked him if he needed anything or just someone to talk to the other day as I passed him and I could tell he was trying not to cry from someone just reaching out and talking to him.

So why is it so hard to reach out and help others. Why is is so hard to reach out and ask for help.

In this information age so many people are loosing touch. We are supposed to rely on only our families? I have been sad for the family next door in their loss of child. I have been even sadder for the father who is left out of the support and sits alone while his wife has loads of support.

He did end up talking to me over the trashcan as we were taking our respective trashes out. Everyone he knows works 50 hour weeks and have their own families so don't have much time to take and spend with him. So he is all on his own now that his family has gone back to Buffalo NY.

I talked to him more in bit and pieces. He is tired from shouldering this on his own. He doesn't have much time with his wife to greive with her he is all alone.

I feel like there should be something that I could do but I don't want to be the one he relies on because that seems like it wouldn't be appropriate for me to do that. He should be bonding with his wife over this.

I asked him what happens with her friends that are married he said the men all come around the other men....but he is white so he is an outsider in spite of his marrying her.

This made me sad.

Tonight I was driving down the road with all the boys in the car, windows rolled down enjoy the cooling outside air. We pulled up to a red light the car next to us was blaring their music so we were forced to listen to it even though we rolled our windows ups. Between that ligt and the next I found some death metal on the radio. Next light we hit red we pulled up and blared the radio (share and share alike ), the guy in the car next to us looked startled and shocked that someone with young kids would listen to what we were, rolled up his window and turned down his music.

My kids were laughing....it was all my idea.

Today has been an interesting day. I found out that my good couch that needs recovering is being given to someone that should be blinked out of existence. I don't like the thought of it going to that person. To make matters worse, it is mine and has been given away without a oh by the way....or a "do you have a place to put this?" or any other notice. And the only way I found out was I asked a question about it. That is when I got the oh we gave it away line.

BigE is going to start college soon and I am thrilled for him. He is getting ready to move on with his life and do great things.

MidE is not here and we miss him terribly. He has never had a normal life and never will I am afraid.

LilE is maturing so fast and is leaving WahE behind in that respect. Sadly this is affecting their relationship.

As for me besides being sideswiped with the news of my good couch being given away, I am busy trying to figure out how to make myself a few things that I need sewing wise. I like to sew. I am designing a few things for myself (not clothing) and it is fun. The weather is getting hot here and I have no a/c so I am trying to keep as cool as I can.

How is life in your neck of the woods?

This is to a wide variety of people....

Dear You,

When having a conversation with someone make sure you know what you are talking about. Don't act as if you know what the heck you are talking about.

Just because you are a man doesn't mean you know all things motor driven.

If you can't say something nice don't say anything at all is truely a good rule to live by unless you need to tell someone something they really need to hear. Then please learn some tact. Everyone needs the truth laced with kindness and care.

When looking for a job don't show up dressed as a hobo and all messy. Take the time to go to a neighboring store and use thier restroom and clean up so you look good when you get to the interview.

Don't complain about everything I don't want him near me, there is no one to play with, I don't like him, why won't he play with me... whine whine and then complain about being bored. If you are bored get out your paper and draw, write, color, paint. Or read, write, call your friends. Or get out side and ride your bike, scooter, skate, blade. Walk, hike. Ride the bus learn how to get around because you will need to soon all the time anyway. One day I won't be there to tell you how to entertain yourself and get you from point a to point b after hours.

Teens are always misunderstood because we don't read minds and while we have gone through things that might be similar and feel something like you may feel, we don't always know exactly how you feel. We want to know. We want you to approach us and tell us something and do so without yelling at us.

Don't tell me that people need to wait till they are 25 to get married or be in a serious relationship and then in the next breath tell me that you need to go out and experience everything to be able to make a relationship work. From my experience and watching others around me.....it takes all kinds. There are some that may need to go out and experience life and the world and other people and then there are those that get damaged from doing that and when finding a new person to be with end up acting out because of all the damage from past relationships. Each person is different.

Do tell those around you how you feel about them because you never know when they are going to pass away.

Do work hard at making your life good and focusing on the good. What you think of life shows on your face and comes out of your heart.

Do lace the good throughout your life. If you don't like your job figure out what you want to do and aim to that job focus on that and work towards getting there and it will happen. It will take time and care but don't burn bridges before you need to.

Do look people in the eye and smile.

Do go out when you aren't feeling especially outgoing and do a good deed. It will make you feel better.

Do laugh hard. Cry hard and smile loads.

Do a job that will better other peoples lives.

Remember the best things in life are the ones you work hardest for.

Love your kids. Let them know as they are going to bed at night that you love them and make sure you hug them even when you are mad at them.

Love your husband/wife/partner with everything you have and know that you do the most that you can so when the time comes you know you did everything to make their lives the best life they could have.

Work hard at your job and do your best. Don't expect a hand out. Don't take something that isn't yours. If you want it work for it.



I think this covers what I have to say except. Those of you that come by every day and visit please leave a hello I know you have been there. And it would be nice if you would open your site so I can get to know you as well.

For those that I know you don't have time to do more than read......wish you a good day and hope you get some time soon to write again.

That is the way so many stories start.I suppose everyone's story could start that way. Once upon a time in the world of MahE there was a day like no other. School was out. Kids were all home and all was right witht he world. On that day they played and had fun. They watched fun movies and ate popped corn. It was the best of days.

This has been what it's like for the last 2 weeks.

MidE has been home, LilE and WahE out of school and BigE hanging out with us before he starts going to school again. I am so ready for him to do something big in his life. He has been stagnating in his life and needing to do something. I see so much greatness in his life he just has to reach out and he will acheive it.

He has been such a sweet guy all his friends parents adore him as do their grandparents. He has people that have him work with them just to be able to be around him. He is so kind and respectful to those around him it is amazing.

It is because of all of this that he has been so blessed. He has such good friends that give out of the goodness of their hearts. He is trusted with all kinds of things like passwords to all kinds of accounts: netflix, minecraft, KOL, and many many other things. He also has doen the secret santa, secret my little pony exchanges and Christmas in July for the troops. He has made and purchased gifts for those around him without expecting anything in return. It is because of this his return has been great. He recieved a pair of $90+ good shoes specially designed for him. He received a fillet knife (really good quality one) for another gifting. He has his own minecraft acc just because someone wanted him to play with his own account.

His uncle is going to pay for his college education and all the supplies he needs because he is such a good kid/young adult.

On top of that there are people at places like the grocery store that have been wanting to hire him because of his attentiveness, respectful behavior and his honesty. Sadly this hasn't gotten him a job because they are never hiring when they say this to him. And then when they are hiring he has let his apps fall to the back of the list.

All in all this has been a good summer so far in spite of the heat.

Well it has been a while since I have used a real computer not just my tablet.

I was all inspired to write and thought this would help. As soon as I sat down.......whooosh I felt the breeze blow it all out the window.

• I am trying to help my father learn how to use his computer from 300 miles away. Difficult.
• My mother should be helping but she keeps taking over. She isn't good at just telling what is there and what eacht thing does.
• I was able to get my father to navigate to amazon.com so he could look up prices for a few things he has been wanting.
• My kids are running amok in the front yard.
• When working on someones house please let the know you are painting in the back insted of dripping paint all over their laundry that is hung up to dry. Ok maybe it isn't that bad but it would have been nice to not have to have splinters in my shirts, pants and unergarments.
• the workers are really nice and have told me my kids are way smarter than thier kids that are a few years older (they asked me what school they go to because of how smart they are)

unable to get there I am.