New Blog Design

I'm sure you can now tell that my blog design has been changed. I have been spending weeks and a lot of internet time searching for the right scheme that I like. I found this design at LEELOU CUSTOM BLOG DESIGN. Leelou has some really cute and whimsical blog designs that are free of charge.

I'm not finished tweeking and adding and more tweeking, by any means. In my searches on the 'net, I've seen some really fabulously looking blogs. I'm not sure if I'll get to that point but there's more that needs to be done here.

If anyone knows of any sites I can visit for embellishments, some really cool headers--please be my guest and leave me some feedback. As always...I'd love to hear from you.


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Amongst the Working Class

Sorry it's taken me a couple of days to provide an update on the outcome of Kyle's job search. I'm extremely pleased to announce that Kyle was offered a job on Tuesday of this week. He was offered a part-time position but I'm sure he won't stop there. I believe he's still searching for something that has full-time hours.

You know...it doesn't matter what or where he works (except being on the streets). It matters that he's able to make some money for himself. He's an 18 year old man and needs money for stuff he wants and needs. Most importantly, an able bodied adult should be active, learning about life and being productive.

CONGRATS KYLE! I knew you could do it. I'M PROUD OF YOU.

Who's Your Daddy?

Previously, I mentioned that I work as a Child Support Agent in my state and I briefly described the type of work we do. Today, I received a "chain" email from my supervisor about the types of responses that were given on forms by custodians requesting child support services.

Please don't misunderstand me...child support is a very serious matter. But you will find that these responses are really funny. Parts of this post that are in italics are copied directly from the email verbatim--even misspelled words. ENJOY!

The following are all replies that Detroit women have written on Child Support Agency Forms in the section for listing "father's details"; or putting it another way.... Who's yo Daddy? These are genuine excerpts from the forms.

1. Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, Makeeshia was fathered by Maclearndon McKinley I am unsure as to the identity of the father of Marlinda, but I believe that she was conceived on the same night.

2. I am unsure, as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.

3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 East Grand Boulevard where I had sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father, can you please send me his phone number? Thanks.

4. I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area and see if he's had it replaced.

5. I have never had sex with a man. I am still a Virginian. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son's conception was ejaculate and that he is the Saver risen again.

6. I cannot tell you the name of Alleshia dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cat aclysmic implications for the economy. I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country. Please advise.

7. I do not know who the father of my child was as they all look the same to me.

8. Tyrone Hairston is the father of child A, If you do catch up with him, can you ask him what he did with my AC/DC CDs? Child B who was also borned at the same time.... well, I don't have clue.

9. From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Disney World; maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom .

10. So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I had stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 8956 Miller Ave., mine might have remained unfertilized.

11. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all, like when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart.

The Crying Baby

I have to say that I'm lucky and blessed my job is only a couple of blocks from the school that the Princess attends. On my big shopping day, this weekend, I purchased the rest of her school supplies. Since there were a couple of big items that I had to purchase, there was no way I was going to send the Princess on the bus with these items. I made the smart decision of taking them to the school myself--I could make the time and the distance, of course, was ideal.


Around 11 this morning, I trekked to the school with supplies in tow hoping to just drop them off at the office. Well...I just couldn't resist and boy was it a big mistake. I made a bad decision to check on the Princess to see what she was doing. I should have just dropped her stuff off and jetted. But noooo, I had to check in. At the time, she was eating lunch just a couple of doors from the office. As soon as I entered the cafeteria, she spotted me right away. She then did the unthinkable--she balled her eyes out! I couldn't believe it! I thought she would welcome me with a big smile, throw her arms around me, kiss me and then bid me farewell. I'm sure you can imagine, this didn't happen like I had planned.


Before returning to work I figured I had a few extra minutes to spend with her. I accompanied her to her class where she started crying again. Her teacher was extremely instrumental in saving the day by acknowledging that it was ok for her to be upset. She even got the class involved and asked how they could make her feel better--I thought that was cute. Wouldn't you say so? Her attention was then focused elsewhere and I was able to quietly slip out the door. That was truly a brow wiper--I didn't think I would get out without taking her with me.


What has your child done unexpectedly today?

A Day of Rest

My Mystery Man

Since I started blogging, just a few weeks ago, I mentioned that I’m married. Or, I refer to my better half as “my husband” in previous blog postings. But I’ve never gotten into too much detail about my husband, The Man. So, this posting is about the one I love, Pete.

Pete and I have been married nearly eight years—October 7 is our anniversary date. We were together five years prior to our marriage. He is seventeen years my senior---yes seventeen! I say this proudly because our age gap doesn’t get in the way of our relationship. As a matter of fact, we often make jokes about it. Jokingly, I tell him about him being an AARP member and jokes about me being young enough to be his daughter. Now that’s something to think about. Wouldn’t you say? Pete is sensitive to my needs but I may not be so with his. I can definitely count on him 24/7—to pick up where I leave off. He has a wonderful sense of humor and loves to meet other people and socialize. Overall he’s a good husband and father—a real genuine guy.

I mention in my profile that between us we have 3 wonderful and beautiful children. Cory is 27 and Pete’s son from his first marriage. Child #2 is Kyle who is 18—the job seeker. He is my son from a previous relationship. Last but not least is Child #3, Nyah is 4--she is the product of our union.

Many hugs and kisses to my sweetheart! I love you.

Please share your stories of love for your spouse or significant other. I'd love to hear from you.