Me and the "ATTACK CHICKEN....a TRUE OXYMORON"

An oxymoron (plural oxymora (greek plural) or, more often, oxymorons) ("sharply dull" in Greek) is a figure of speech that combines normally contradictory terms. They appear in a range of contexts, from inadvertent errors such as extremely average, to deliberate puns like same difference, to literary oxymorons that have been carefully crafted to reveal a paradox.

Well you may say What now, vonda?  And I say that everday of my life.  I ask my self how, and why, and when and WHAT THE HECK? everyday because of the messes I get into.   Like a few days ago.... I being the animal lover that I am, will on a normal day, somehow, find at least two different animal situations that I am Called to intervene in.  Of course my husband does not agree.  As a matter of fact on more than one occasion he said "Vonda if you bring one more dog home, I'm leaving" at which I usually say ..... " I will miss you!".  He knows I love him, and he also knows that I can not, no matter how hard I try, pass up a dog that is about to be killed.  So let me get to my story.... a few days ago I was going down a "bad road", why do I call it a bad road? Because the last time I was on this road there were two little dogs that I tried to save, and it is on this same curve,well ....they did not make it.  So a few days ago I once again was on that "bad road" when  in the middle of the bad curve were two HUGE dogs. One Yellow Lab, and a Golden Retriever.  So my first reactions is.... quick get them out of the road.... so I pulled over and called them, and to my suprise, they came running and I opened my door and they jumped right in.  Just then a big truck came speeding through and I thought...just in the nick of time.  Then I got back in the car and thought..... now what?  Once again I have other things I need to be doing but my love of dogs has now redirected my path. So I assumed that it would not be to hard to find  their homes, so I first went to run my errands, then by the vet to see if they had a chip in them.  NOPE!  NO tags etc... so I started going door to door on the road where I found them.  I met lots of nice folks, and turned it in to a business adventure as well getting the opportunity to talk REAL ESTATE to many that I met along the way.  So I may get some business  off  of the adventure.  However, the last house I went to was the real adventure.... I pulled into this home that was back in the trees.... I thought I heard some banjo strumming as I got out of the car.  Anyway, I proceeded to go to the door when out of NO WHERE he appeared...... The Guard CHICKEN!  It startled me.  He started flapping and crowing, and scratching the ground, and well he was out to get me I could see it in his little CHICKEN eyes..... and of course no one was around.  I said shoo chicken! shoo! he just keep coming towards me.... I thought what do I do?  I looked around and looked for something to get him away from me. All I could find was a gallon plastic can/bottle of Antifreeze.  I thought well I will just bop him on the head and he will go away.  So here I am swinging a bottle of Antifreeze at an ATTACK CHICKEN?   Saying I know MR. KFC CHICKEN... get back!  Just then the door opened to the patio area and this lady who by the way looked sort of mean .... she just started staring at me.  I don't really blame her, I am on her property, I am holding her can of Antifreeze and waving it at her ATTACK CHICKEN... so I guess she had a right.  I started saying I know this looks like I am trying to steal your antifreeze, but I'm not.  I just am trying to protect myself from that CHICKEN.... still just stareing at me... I just set the antifreeze down and started talking ... hi, um, I found these two dogs out on the "bad road" and I was just going to all the houses to see if they knew where they may belong?.... I mean they are two beautiful dogs, and they are both males, and one is a Yellow Lab, and one a Golden Retreiver, and well they started fighting in the car and the Yellow Lab attacked the other one and his ear is bleeding and and and .... as I was saying all of this she never said a word, she just keep staring at me!  UNCONFORTABLE!!!!! I was begining to think she could not hear, but then she started to walk over to my vehicle and looked in the window, and then she opened the back,...... that was where I had the big Yellow Lab, and then she finally spoke...... "CHIEF, you big dummy!"  I thought are you kidding me?  Are these her dogs?  Well I said..... do you know this dog?  Is it yours?  She just paused and looked at me, not really wanting to admit anything.  Well this one is (the lab) but he has been gone for over a month, and I saw him this morning with that other dog, and then he was gone again!  I said, well he is your dog, right?  SO your going to take him, right?  Yes, I will, but I do not want him?  I have his papers, he is a very expensive dog, and was used to breed champions etc blah blah blah.  Then she said I do not know the other dog.... so I can not take him.  She told me what she would do with the other dog, but frankly I did not really like her advise or her, because of the situation, so I did not need her advise.  Her husband was a vet(retired) but a Vet! I ask her to have him come out and look at the ear of the Golden Retreiver that her dog had attacked, and make sure it was ok.  Of course he was like .... it is a hole, he will be fine.  (UGH) I get so mad at people like that! By the way anybody want a cool, huge YELLOW LAB? with Papers  Any way  I have the Golden Retriever at home with me, Inky, Roxie, and Jared... and George is coming home tonight!  I think I would rather face the CHICKEN!

Faith... first, finally and forever Part 4

Part 4 I'm Sorry...


Well it was a long long drive home, and George did say "Which way to Divorce Court?" Really? I mean it was only two motorcycles, a boat and a Camping set up! My mom said "well you probably would have had a crash on those terrible motorcycles anyway!" Mom always has a brighter way of looking at things then the rest of the world. There was a bright side to it all.... the next Christmas we had gifts for everyone, because for every sponsor on a show we received one of "The LOVELY PARTING GIFTS" which were Rice-a-Roni, Emeraude Perfume, Suddenly Salad, and Hamburger Helper and some that I cannot recall, but it was at least good for a laugh!

I tried to make it up to him for Valentine’s Day! I looked for something special I mean really different and I found it. I found this add in a little paper that said "Order a Hot Tub for Valentine's Day! That sounded like a great idea! So I started my planning, I called and ordered this hot tub to be brought to our home, and I was thinking it was going to be a little hot tub for two. I mean this was a production they delivered this huge Hot Tub, they set it up and it was like an all day event, the water filling alone took from 9-5. I changed all the light bulbs in the house to red, and candles... ....I envisioned Julius Caesar and Cleopatra, but it was more like Wilma and Fred Flintstone! I was there with my lovely food tray consisting of cheese, grapes, and other fruit, olives and meats rolled up and some dipping sauce, waiting....in Hot Tub, in nothing but the bubbles. I had these streamers hanging from the front door with little hearts cut out glued to the yard, those caught him off guard guess it was sort of like cob webs. Anyway I was trying to stand up and say “SURPRISE” in the hot tub that was large enough for 15 people, when I slipped and knocked the tray of food right in to the water, not to mention that I did not fall very gracefully. We almost had to go to the hospital, I really did not fall right! It was just like a sense out of "I LOVE LUCY". It never failed that when I tried to do something creative and fun that it just did not turn out like I had it pictured in my mind. WE spent the rest of the evening trying to get the swelling down. Good thing we had the hot tub there for THERAPY.



Poor George he lost his motorcycles and boat and he got me!



Maybe I will get him a Harley ONE DAY!!!...



“Love is not self seeking, it’s not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrong.” (1 Corinthians 13:5)



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Faith... first, finally and forever Part 3

Part 3


Well we arrived in Hollywood on the day of Taping and we were treated just like real movie stars.... we were put in a sound proof room with other contestants and were given a car load of food ( all sugar) guess they thought that they needed us in a hyper mood. So as we waited our turn to tape the show we visited with others. We ask them have you been practicing? “ No! They said," “How do you practice for a game show?"... Then they called us out, … George and Vonda McNutt we are ready for your taping…and we were taken to the stage and set into the little booths. It was all very fast paced, these people did this all day long, and for them I guess it was not too exciting, but for RICKY and ME( aka George and Me) we were quite excited at the possibility of winning. I mean we were prepared, more than anyone in that room. We both knew it! Now George had flown both of our Mother's out to watch us, and we were worried about the content of the questions, but we still felt like no matter what came at us we were READY! We started answering questions, and we were winning by like 20 points! It was within our reach, the prizes, the trip, the fame! We could almost touch it. One thing the audience at home does not realize is that the minute it goes to commercial break, these crazy people come up and stand right in front of you they start staring at you like you are their prey! They are watching your hands, eyes, legs, and of course your words. So I was pretty scared! Half way through the show…the couple next to us, ROMY and her husband can not remember his name, messed up and we had to start the taping all over. They should have been removed, but they were allowed to stay, and so the show went on. George and I were once again in the lead! WE are good! So we are coming to the home stretch with the last three questions and the 25 point bonus question, and it is my turn to give the answers that I think George will answer. Now remember we have been practicing for weeks. One more thing you should remember is that last statement from George when we left our home that morning? Remember... it was about what was closest to the house? Well.... here is the question! Bob Eubanks says" Vonda for the 25 point bonus question.... What is closest to your front door? 1. A Telephone Pole, 2. A Crosswalk, 3. A Fire Hydrant..... Now, I know what you’re all thinking, and your right! But in my defense let me say I was doing great.... then all these crazy ding a lings beside me started calling a crosswalk, a SIDEWALK, and I was worried that George might get confused too. Remember he said…. " Vonda look over there, right in front of the sidewalk do you see that FIRE HYDRANT ?" So maybe you can understand why I said CROSSWALK! RIGHT? Well it was just so sad... George was so excited when they ask that question last, and we were 20 points in the lead, and then Bob Eubanks said.... "Now George, you and Vonda are in the lead, answer this right and you will have prizes and fame far beyond your wildest dreams" Not really, but he did say "Now George, you and Vonda are in the lead, answer this right and you will be our GRAND PRIZE WINNERS!!! I said to myself, " Well he might think like me, we still might win :-( George said" Bob I know we got this one! FIRE HYDRANT!.... NO, ROMEY AND WHO EVER HER HUSBAND WAS YOU ARE OUR GRAND PRIZE WINNERS!!!! They were the ones that messed up earlier and made us have to redo the show!.....So just for saving of face.. On national TV I hit George with the CARD! Can you just imagine the shock look on his face! I mean I had drug him down to three different interviews, hours of quizzing each other, hours of driving back and forth, just to have it right there in his reach and it be snatched away!... DIVORCE COURT HERE WE COME!....To be continued....
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Colossians 3:12-13--Put on then, as God's chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.

Faith... first, finally and forever Part 2

part 2

Well what in the world is a new bride to do in a condo in the desert of California all day long, while her husband is at work? I had no friends, no family, no job, just me and prissy, my half basset/half sheltie dog all day long just waiting and cooking for George. It started out me learning to cook, and for the record I think I was pretty good. Though I did have a problem with portions. I would cook all-day and have a complete feast prepared by the end of the day, but it was only us two to eat it all. So he would start calling and asking if I had cooked and he would bring young guys that had no families’ home with him each day from the plant. That was really fun!

Next, I became quite the avid game show watcher. Can you guess what my favorite show was at that time? .....Well it was The Newlywed Game Show! I would watch it everyday, and then I started thinking....Lucy and Ricky....I could relate to her so well, so I thought that we were good candidates as well just like Lucy and Ricky would have been. I mean we were Newlyweds, right? We had some pretty interesting communication that went on between us. So I called the 800 number at the end of the show. Then boom we had our first interview. I said “George we have been selected to be on the Newlywed Game show" at first he did not believe me, I gave him the number and he called it and hear the message, and then he knew it was true. So off we went to try to win a pot of gold! We really gave it our all. Three different times! Then they called and said we had been selected to be on the show. I guess they were finally over taken by our quick wit and charm! We had finally convinced them that we were star material! I think it was our southern accents that won them over. In the mean time I started shopping for my Hollywood outfit, you know something that says that I was a nice southern girl, and Hollywood here I come all at the same time. I bought this navy dress with a white lace ruffled collar. I was so proud of that dress! Then after I had bought it from an underground (no return) store, I received the letter from the studio with all of our instructions, like what not to wear.... and what do you think it said? You got that right" please wear bright colors, nothing like a navy dress with a white collar. I had spent all that time and money for this perfect dress, now I was going to look just awful on my TELEVISION DEBUT. So I did what any intelligent girl would have done, I put pink lace over the white lace, FYI pink looks just like white on TV. Well for the next two weeks George and I practiced morning noon and night. We would walk past east other and say "what is your favorite color?", Well I would say I like blue for certain things, but I like yellow too.... and I like.... George said “Well just say blue if they ask anything about a color", Good thing they did not ask what color our dog was, or what color my hair is! and then George said and "Vonda if they ask "Which direction does your bed face? What are you going to say? "I said ~I have no idea! As a matter of fact I do not know what part of the Country California is in!" What are we going to do I just realize that I have absolutely no education" ...."he said no matter what the question is if it is about a direction just say...west" and on and on this went for two weeks. At the end of those two weeks we actually knew more about each other, or at least we could talk more about each other than in any other time since we had been together. On and one last thing.....The last thing that George said to me as we were pulling out of the drive that morning was " Vonda look over there, right in front of the sidewalk do you see that FIRE HYDRANT ?" "Yes I said" "He said make sure if they ask what is closest to the house that you remember that!"" I will, I said"..... TO BE OR NOT TO BE A STAR THAT IS THE QUESTION? .....to be continued!
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Take care to guard against all greed, for though one may be rich, one's life does not consist of possessions." ~Luke 12:15


That the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ.~1 Peter 1-7(NKJV)

DECISIONS... DECISIONS...DECISIONS....

The other day I was getting gas at a QT, you know the ones that are trying to be everything from Starbucks to McDonalds. Well I must admit there are tons of choices. Although this is not my weakness, it apparently is a weakness for many others. I was standing in line when I noticed this petite little girl, maybe five years old, long blonde hair, and Capri pants. She and her mom were apparently traveling or heading to a game, or something like that because mom had two of the large 24 packs of Diet Dr. Pepper in her hands and standing in line. The little girl was standing in front of the huge display of CANDY. Her mom was saying "ok, you have to choose one, I mean it if you do not choose one by the time I get to the front you’re not getting anything!" I watched and laughed as she struggled, and picked up one just to put it back, then to get another and this went on, and on. Mom would say it again, "I mean it! You’re not going to get anything!" The little girl would turn to mom and say no! Please!...I felt her struggle. Once I noticed that she had three items in her hands, just to put them all back and start to walk away, it apparently was so stressful that she struggled with the idea of just forgetting it and getting nothing at all. Somehow that seemed to be an easier choice! So as I watched this all unfold I was taken back to my life as my sisters' sister. My sister has suffered with in decisionitus..( I made that word up but it is a real disease) her entire life. It has been a very long and treacherous journey for her and at times those  that love her. You see it probably started just like the little girl in the beginning of this story, except it was just a normal 7-11 store, which had maybe 10 different kinds of candy, but never the less it was horrible for Venda! She would agonize over which candy to buy, and just like the little girl, many times Venda would just leave and say forget it! She probably would struggle with which crayon to use on her picture? Since I was not there ( I’m the youngest, just in case she tries’s that trick on you)… I imagine it went something like this… “Hey Dana what color do you think I should color my dog, brown or black, or maybe should I just leave him white?” Dana would say “I do not know, just color any color. No help there! But had her friend said We’ll do you have a dog at home? Color it that color!” Or something like that may have helped. Then I am sure she struggled with the big question “WHO SHOULD I LIKE?” knowing Venda, she just passed on this one, since there were too many things to NOT like about boys. Then there were the daily simple choices “Should I have the pizza or the Chili Mac?” “Who do I sit with in at lunch?’ You see Venda would have worried about hurting someone’s feelings. Like the one that she did not sit with. Knowing her, as I do today, she probably just sat by herself! Or tried to pull tables together so everyone could sit together. Can you imagine all the stressful decisions that each day she had to struggle to make. Just think about the LIBRARY for a second OMG! For her personality that was just pure torture.  Maybe not to people like me, that make decisions like U-Turns, and usually without the proper light/ or permission in which to turn with. No, I was lucky this is not my area of stress. But Venda….these were some of the decisions that plagued her in her childhood years.


Then as she became a teenager and not only did she have decisionitus, but she had new hormones raging in her body, she had all the trials and tribulations that go along with being a TEENAGER. So yes CLOTHES became a major issue..she would try on one then another, and look at all the different aspects of the outfit. Like most teenager girls she hated her body!  Everything balanced on weather or not it made her look too skinny? (she was very thin) this was frustrating to the little short fat sister...and you can only imagine swimsuits UGHHHHH !

Then with the arrival of her first child came the big decision, first it was his name, then it was, his room then…..“What was the perfect homecoming outfit? Man it was a real tear jerker, but we  all survived that one. Then part II came out when they were bringing their first daughter and second child home. Venda had to have her son, and new daughter in coordinating outfits. It was exhausting…and 900 outfits later and lots of returns, I think she went back to her first choice.


Also when they built their first home, Oh my stars… the choices. I thought it was going to drive her mad. There were so many things to make decisions on… What color to paint the walls? What color carpet, cabinets, sinks, doors, windows, courter tops etc. And the bedroom bedding and window treatments, they were the worst, but after many grueling samples and color choices she went with her first choice…. again. Let me just say that I think there are still carpet/tile samples in the back of her car since 1980, 1985,1992,1995,1998,2003, and most recent 2009. The stores have given up getting her to return them, but if you go in flooring store and see her face with a one of the not allowed symbol and her picture under it, I am sure you will understand why!

So when I say I understood that little girl’s struggle from the beginning…. I really did. Not from her point of view, but as someone who loves someone that struggles with this daily. Knowing that every single decision that my sister struggles with is her own private frustration! So if she needs me to look at nine million carpet samples, or thirty five million pieces of tile, or anything else, I will gladly do it because I LOVE HER so much.

I also found it ironic that while writing this little story, I was getting her permission to share her disorder, and she said… “Vonda I have to go, they have changed the desert menu at Chili’s and I am so stress out, because I have to choose a new desert!”

So the next time your loved one is struggling with something remember this ……..


“ONE MAN’S CANDY LAND IS ANOTHER MAN’S HELL!”


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"BEARLY ALIVE!" I know I spelled it wrong... it has a purpose.

Let me start by saying unfortunately I do love dogs, actually I love all animals. However, some I like to look at out of the window. Like bears... the reason for that is that once I was chased by a BEAR in the Mountains of California...let me tell you that there is nothing scarier than being chased by a bear! Well there probably is but right now I cannot think of anything scarier. Now my boys will tell you a slightly different tale, but I DO NOT LIE! This is the truth. My oldest son Jeremy wanted to go to this meadow in the Redwood Forest in California, Jared had seen enough trees to last him a lifetime, but Jeremy loved it. The Ranger had said that there was a Momma Bear and a few of her babies down in the Meadow and that we should go and see them, apparently it was safe, right? Why else would a Ranger send us down there? So we drove to the entrance of the meadow/walking park, and at first glance in the early morning it was absolutely beautiful! The Redwoods were majestic and the sun was coming through the trees and it was... breath taking. There was a slight fog and it just made us appreciated God's design. Anyway, Jeremy jumped right out of the car and headed down the path, and George, Jared and I stayed in the car. It had been about 5 minutes when Jeremy came running back to the car and said, "Ya'll have to come see this... it is so cool. Mom, there is the mom and her TWO babies, ( like the little one's on the discovery channel) and they are playing and bouncing around their mom, come on mom!" so Jared and I headed down there. Now there was a higher path,  it was little more like rock climbing, and then the lower walking path. Jeremy took the high path, I took the low path and Jared well,... he fell behind. I passed a few walkers on the path, it was sort of weird... it was like a library, I mean it was so quite you could have heard a pin drop. Well I proceeded down the path and as I approached the area where the mom and cubs were I could see them and they were so cute.... It was so sweet, they were about half a football field away, but lower down. So it was not really scary. Jeremy was pointing and telling me all about it.  Because he was higher up he had a little different view then I had. Then as I was viewing the sweet precious little things, it happened, I looked down the path to see IT in a full out run coming towards me!!!! AHHHHHH BEAR, I screamed and turned and began to run, I could just imagine any moment the teeth sinking in my rear end! I mean the way I was dressed I probably looked like that blueberry girl on "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory", so as I was screaming and running for my life, I managed to get out to the boys, run, take cover, he will maul you! Of course  I completey forget the inherent instinct of protecting my children it flew right out of my mind, they were on their own! We'll my legs are only 26 inches long from the top of my thigh to the bottom of my foot and in shape, I was NOT!!!! But let me tell you I ran like I was the bionic women! I ran and ran... then in the back of my head I could hear Jeremy, saying mom, mom, STOP, do not RUN! So I thought maybe the bear had lost interest, or I was just too darn fast for him, or maybe Jeremy was thinking I should curl up like a ball and even though I think I already looked like a ball. Anyway, I heard him and I stopped and turned around, just to see that DARN BEAR still coming, so I did what any non nature girl would do, I screamed so loud that the REDWOODS Shook! It must have scared the bear because he jumped up in the tree beside me..... Then Jeremy and Jared came to my rescue, and they were laughing! I mean did the  was the thought of their mother being ripped to shreds in front of their faces funny? Jeremy was laughing like Thumper on Bambi, and Jared was of course embarrassed because I was so loud. I did not think I could walk, my legs felt like J-E-L-L-O ! But I managed to walked back to the car and all the nature lovers were very upset by the noise.  One naturalist went as far as to say, "The bear was just playing with you!"  I thought "YEAH RIGHT you FRUIT CAKE!" Jeremy still laughing starts trying to explain that it was just a baby bear, not one of the cute little ones the mom was playing with, no this would be more like a TEENAGER BEAR! SO he was still as big or bigger than me, he still had teeth, he was chasing me, and most important he was a BEAR!!!! So he was a teenager bear, do you know any nice teenagers? I don't even the human ones would like to eat their parents! So I will not allow anyone to down play this, it was terrifying! I barely escaped with my life! It was quite the laugh for all of them. I think it is the very moment when I started needing to color my hair. Even domestic animals do not take me seriously especially my own dogs. I still love them, but I get no respect. But I guess that is for another day.
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NO PLASTICS ALLOWED!

Friendship is a rare thing... especially when you find it in your forties as I have. We start out in life as children, with the on and off again best friend acknowledgments. Back then it was all just how you felt on that day, or maybe they would not share a toy, cookie, or as we grew older a secret. But as I have aged I have truly come to appreciate the term friendship! I have come to even go as far as to say I really need it for my sanity. Maybe men are not quite the same as women… I really do not know. But when I am happy, sad, excited, angry, frustrated or sometimes nothing at all I want to share it with my friends. No man on earth can possibly understand what happens when we wake up and we are entering the vortex named MENOPAUSE!!! It is just awful and empowering all at the same time. I mean never have I ever said it’s all about me till the big MONSTER! But when I began my descend into it, it became all about me! Who really understands what the heck is going on except for the GIRLS! MY girls. I mean which one of us have not cleaned, cooked, retrieved and delivered homework that was left at home, ran clothes to the cleaners that are not ours, drove 500 miles in a day just around town just to do it again tomorrow, bought countless books, candles, chocolate, calendars and more so they did not have to walk door to door, stayed up all night doing school projects, that had put off till the night before then the little angels fall asleep while trying to finish. I mean we have to beg to get them to take the trash out, clean their rooms, turn off the lights or ac, put the milk up, they forget or refuse to do the lawn. Then they bring down 4 weeks of laundry and say hey I need this in 30 minutes, and….” oh by the way can you make me a sandwich.” and, as I say all of that I will confess that I did love every (well almost every moment) of it. I mean they needed me right? I want to be needed; it is a basic necessity of life. TO BE NEEDED! So it was ok, but now when they have perfectly good arms and legs, and a brain that is at least working half the time, I find that I am wearing out, that my back hurts, that my fingers are getting stiff, that things on my body are relocating in the most southern direction, that my eye lids, lips and smile lines are no longer soft gracious lines, they are craters. It is time for me to get a little R & R. Nothing major, it is not like I want to be on a yacht and be catered too, (well maybe I do) or anything like that. I just need a good 39.99 massage! Or maybe a good pedicure with my girlfriends. Or a fun girl movie and dinner. You would think that I have completely deserted them by the way they look at me and say …where are you going? I mean does it really matter, you guys never notice me when I am here. So what’s the big deal?
So I need my girls. That special network of ladies that are all being as transparent as you are. It is a limited circle of souls that you can trust with your fears, frustrations, grips about kids, husbands, work, family etc. without the judgment that usually is behind the smiles of those who are not real, I call them plastics! I mean one thing you do not want around you when you are complaining about your life, kids, husband job, is someone that looks at you and smiles a confused smile and says” "oh I’m so sorry, my husband is awesome he does all the laundry, and my children, well they are just jewels they eat all their vegetables, and cleaned the whole house for me, and oh by the way….Do I look like I have lost weight? Because I am not even trying. :)"

Sometimes in our special group of friends we have to have an intervention, a time of coming together to tackle the big moments. When one mom is being a little too hard on their kid, or not hard enough, when a husband needs a good man bashing session, or maybe a little more understanding. Or maybe when one of us just has had more than she can handle. That is when we come together to rally each other on, to get up and fight again! Sometimes we laugh till it hurts and sometimes we all cry. But whatever is happening good or bad we know that we are there for each other! Friendship is a rare find, that is if it is REAL! No plastics allowed they cannot take the HEAT!!


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