We went to the park the other day, and I saw some really cool horses. They were available to ride for a fee, and there were also little ponies that kids could ride. I’ve never been to a park with activities such as horse riding before, so this was really something new to me. I saw some people who looked like professional equestrians. They were wearing equestrian helmets and professional looking equestrian clothes that I swear I must have looked really impressed. They rode the horses like they’ve ridden them all their lives. It’s actually a pretty sight. How I wish I had learned how to ride horses.

“Mommy, look!” cried my daughter, Darla, pointing to a chicken hawk soaring through the air.

“Uh huh,” I murmured, driving, lost in thought about the tight schedule of my day.

Disappointment filled her face.

“What’s the matter, Sweetheart?” I asked, entirely dense.

“Nothing,” my seven-year-old said.

The moment was gone.

Near home, we slowed to search for the albino deer that comes out from behind the thick mass of trees in the early evening. She was nowhere to be seen.

“Tonight, she has too many things to do,” I said.

Dinner, baths and phone calls filled the hours until bedtime.

“Come on, Darla, time for bed!”

She raced past me up the stairs. Tired, I kissed her on the cheek, said prayers and tucked her in.

“Mom, I forgot to give you something!” she said.

My patience was gone. “Give it to me in the morning,” I said, but she shook her head.

“You won’t have time in the morning!” she retorted.

“I’ll take time,” I answered defensively. Sometimes no matter how hard I tried, time flowed through my fingers like sand in an hourglass, never enough. Not enough for her, for my husband, and definitely not enough for me.

She wasn’t ready to give up yet. She wrinkled her freckled little nose in anger and swiped away her chestnut brown hair. “No, you won’t! It will be just like today when I told you to look at the hawk. You didn’t even listen to what I said.”

I was too weary to argue; she hit too close to the truth. “Good night!” I shut her door with a resounding thud.

Later though, her gray-blue gaze filled my vision as I thought about how little time we really had until she was grown and gone.

My husband asked, “Why so glum?”

I told him.

“Maybe she’s not asleep yet. Why don’t you check,” he said with all the authority of a parent in the right.

I followed his advice, wishing it was my own idea. I cracked open her door, and the light from the window spilled over her sleeping form. In her hand I could see the remains of a crumpled paper.

Slowly I opened her palm to see what the item of our disagreement had been. Tears filled my eyes. She had torn into small pieces a big red heart with a poem she had written titled, “Why I Love My Mother!”

I carefully removed the tattered pieces. Once the puzzle was put back into place, I read what she had written:

Why I Love My Mother

Although you’re busy, and you work so hard
You always take time to play
I love you Mommy because
I am the biggest part of your busy day!

The words were an arrow straight to the heart. At seven years old, she had the wisdom of Solomon.

Ten minutes later I carried a tray to her room, with two cups of hot chocolate with marshmallows and a peanut butter and jelly sandwiche.

When I softly touched her smooth cheek, I could feel my heart burst with love. Her thick dark lashes lay like fans against her lids as they fluttered, awakened from a dreamless sleep, and she looked at the tray.

“What is that for?” she asked, confused by this late-night intrusion.

“This is for you, because you are the most important part of my busy day!”

She smiled and sleepily drank half her cup of chocolate. Then she drifted back to sleep, not really understanding how strongly I meant what I said.

Author Unknown

I noticed I’m feeling more and more sleepy everyday. And also there are some days when I would feel depressed and irritable, while there are also days where I would feel perfectly okay. Sometimes, I would feel bloated or fat, and some days I would feel my body aching. Blame it on hormones I guess. I read about this thing called bioidentical hormone replacement therapy and how it’s a good tool to optimize a person’s well-being when combined with correct diet and exercise. Apparently, this is a safe alternative because the hormones are identical to our natural hormones. Scientific and biological discoveries like this really impress me.

Are you into billiards? I stumbled upon this really cool website that sells billiards supplies and accessories and I have to say it was a real find. They offer 90 Day 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed, which means if you’re not satisfied with the product, you can return it for a full refund, money back guarantee. They have a full range of supplies like billiard gloves, pool cues, billiard clothing and apparel, and so much more. If you’re a billiards enthusiast, you can find what you need here. We bought a few accessories through this website, and it arrived already. So you might want to check it out. Anyway, we’re off to play billiards!

“Sometimes, I wish I could just fast-forward through time just to see if it’s all worth it in the end.”

Okay, here’s another diet pill that I just read about: lipoquick. What makes it different from all the other diet pills out there? Well, according to what I’ve read, it boasts of three key ingredients that when combined, helps people (women in particular) lose weight. But again, what makes it stand out? You know how it is when you’re losing weight and you become thin but the curves are then less pronounced, right? Sometimes you even lose it altogether. Well, this pill, it’s supposed to help women retain their curves whilst losing weight. But how true is this really? I guess, we’ll only find out if it’s true if we have our own personal experience using it. Just remember though, when you take in something, you have to be sure and be prepared with whatever happens when you take it.

I am not a tall person. I never was. I would have wanted a 5 feet 5 inches height, but alas, I am only a mere 5 feet 2 inches tall girl. I’ve always thought that it’s okay, but whenever I see other girls who are taller than me, I can’t help but notice how much more appealing they seems to look. And also, they can put on more weight because they’re taller. Whereas, for us that are shorter, more weight makes us look more plump, when in fact we’re not overweight. Get what I mean? I’ve read about those human growth hormones (hgh) and how they can give you that extra height after puberty, but I’ve never really attempted to try it. How about you, are you willing to try it to be taller?

Lately, the weather and climate is getting freaky. One moment, it’s too hot, and then all of a sudden the clouds become dark and it rains really hard. The air inside my home is becoming more humid and that causes me to sneeze a lot. I’m worried that it will lead to more pressing problems if I don’t do something about it. So I think it’s about time that I get myself a dehumidifier to reduce the level of humidity in the air. I hope this will stop my frequent sneezing and avoid allergy problems.