Take Me Away

I want to find a road that takes me far away

away from tomorrow's worries, and yesterday's mistakes.

A road that will lead me to where the memories just fade

where time no longer matters and the tears just go away.

But no earthly road will I find that will take me to such a place

for what I seek is nothing more then His eternal face.

Nothing that I have, or could ever hope to find

will ever compare to His love, or when He tells me " You're mine".



I can only pray that while I'm here I'll one day know His plan

that He'll hold my hurting heart in His, and take me by the hand

and lead me down this earthly road until I reach the end

where everyone I've ever lost is just around the bend.

But God..

I beg you now to turn my mourning into dancing

my weeping into praise!

Remember the desires of my heart Lord, for all my earthly days.

For this road you have me on is long, but I'm trying to do my best

give me the strength to carry on, until I find your rest.

But most of all I ask, that you heal this heart that ails

that you remind us that your love hopes, believes, endures all things

And that your love never fails.

© SZ

Kenny's Dictionary, Volume 2

Enjoy...


Clippard, n. Afictional cartoon character adored by children everywhere. He is more widely known as Clifford the Big Red Dog.


Kangalow,  Kang-a-low, n. A sweet ,orange colored fruit that is often found in fruit salad. " Mommy, can I meease have some kangalow before I watch Clippard?"


Knife, n. A man in shining armor who comes to rescue the princess in trouble. " MOMMY! I WILL PROTECT YOU!! I AM A KNIFE!!"


Linestein, n. A Disney cartoon that features smart kids...or something like that. I actually have no idea since we don't ever watch it. But they have a red rocket ship and are supposed to be teaching kids something.


Nackim,  Nac-kim n. Something that is usually found at the dinner table to help clean ones hands, face, etc.. " Mommy, I made a mess. Can I mease have a nackim?"


Snow poke, n. A person who moves slowly, lags behind. " Come on Mommy, don't be a snow poke."


And remember, if you have problems pronouncing a word, Kenny will be more than happy to teach you the "proper" way to say it...


Mommy, let me teach you something. Say nac...


Me: Nac..


Him: Kim..


Me: Nackit.


Him: No Mommy. Try again. Nac...kim


Me: Nackim


Him: *Nods his head solemly*." That's right Mommy. Good.

To My Future Daughter In Law...

One Day..

You'll be the one he opens doors for, or rubs your feet after a long day.

He'll get you something to drink without you ever asking, or do the dishes for you because he likes to make you happy.

He'll tell you you're beautiful and that he likes your dress.

He'll bring you flowers just because. 

He'll give you kisses and hold you close.

He'll be holding your hand instead of mine.

He'll do this because he loves you, and because he's learned that a woman should be made to feel special.

So when that day comes, and he locks his fingers around yours and kisses your hand.....know that someone else came before you and taught him that.

You're welcome.

Kenny's Dictionary Volume 1 Pt 3

There are 5 new Kenny words that we all should be familiar with and they are as follows..

Aspiricus. Ah-spir-ikus n. A supernatural being, soul. Often used in the Bible.
Example: " I learned about the fruits of the aspiricus today like love, joy, peace and kindness!"

Cucom, Ku-com n.  Something that is often used in grocery stores. Example: " Mommy, can I take my cucoms to the store and buy something?" or " Did you see how much money I saved with my cucoms?!"

Lawmore, Law-mor n. A piece of machinery that is used in ones yard. Example: " Mommy, can I meease cut the grass with my lawmore?"

Sting,n. A material object. Any item that can be lost and Mommy be expected to find. Example: " Mommyyy!! I can't find my sting that you got me the other daay!"

Upstrated, adj. Disappointed, dissatisfied. Example: " I am feeling very upstrated that I can't find my sting."


And there you have it :).

Thanks for Pointing Out the Obvious...

I've never felt more like a single mother then tonight. I try to remember that people must have good intentions....most of them do anyways.The woman I see at Kenny's soccer practices, who is the mother of a little girl on his team, seems to be a constant reminder that I'm a single mother. It very rarely bothers me. I can go just about anywhere and it's never a problem. It's just life and you deal with it. But each and every week this woman reminds me that I'm single. I'm doing this alone. Alone,alone,ALONE. She's a very nice lady, and we chat about our kids playing soccer, and the usual 'are you from here?' 'Where do you work?' 'How was your week?' But then there are the slightly invasive questions like 'So do you get along with Kenny's father?' Or like tonight's ' Has it always just been you and Kenny?' I started feeling like I was being interrogated . I don't understand why she's so interested. But I really don't understand why it bothers me so much. I've been asked those questions before. It's the way she asks me and the fact that I was the only single parent there. I'm surrounded by moms in high waisted, faded jeans with a toddler on each arm, pushing a baby stroller while their husbands chat about this weekends golf tournament ( totally made that last part up but you get the idea) and it got to me. I stopped engaging in any type of conversation after she made the comment about how her sister was a single mom until her son was 8. Seriously? Because telling me this helps me how? Do people not realize what a slap in the face it is to say that to single parent? Obviously not. Because it felt like a stranger trying to give me pity,or reassure me somehow that I won't be alone forever. Well it certainly didn't help, it just made me more overwhelmed. I came home to a dirty house with dishes stacked up in the sink, bills in the mailbox, laundry ( at least it was folded) covering my living room floor, things that may never find a home, and all I want to do is crawl in bed and never come out. At least for a day. But there's always something. There's always a dirty house with piles of laundry everywhere. There's always unpaid bills lying around and dishes in the sink. But today it feels like I'm drowning in those dishes and bills. And that I'm doing it..wait for it...ALONE. But that's not true, because I know I'm surrounded by friends and family.But just for tonight I'm going to have a moment, and I'm going to pout for the next 30 minutes and then I'm going to move on.  Because my life is amazing, full of so many stories of how much I am loved, and how much God has blessed me. My son is a daily reminder of both <3.

Kenny's Convos....

After storytime Kenny looks at me and asks if we can snuggle on the couch some tonight. I personally could care less where we snuggle as long as he lets me snuggle! Then he looks at me all serious like and says, " Mommy, can we talk?"  Our conversation went something like this...

Points to the flowers on my table " Mommy, where'd you get those?"

" At Pier One."

"Oh.....where'd you get this blanket?"

" From a store. "

" How come you have a fire place?"

"It came with the house."

This continued on for a few minutes with him pointing at anything he could see and asking me where I got it from. It drives me nuts after about the 3rd thing. So I decided to turn it around on him.....

" Hey Kenny...where'd yah get that sweatshirt."

Looks down at his sweatshirt and very non chalantly replies" From my teacher at school" ( he doesn't go to school)

" Oh yeah? What's your teacher's name?"

" Dinaco. She's 5."

" Oh, so you have a 5 year old teacher named Dinaco at school?"

" Mmhm. She has a lizard named Dinaco too. And a snake."

" Interesting. Well is she a nice teacher?"

"Yup."

" Well what's your favorite thing about her?"

"Red."

*sigh*

Doctor Dramatic

My neighbor/ other mother/ friend/ kidsitter who my son knows as Granny(that was a mouthful!), made a good call today when she let me know my son went from being a semi movable blob to a complete unmovable, feverish blob. Turns out both his ears are infected,and his tonsils are practically touching. Poor baby, explains alot though. Like why he got up from bed 5 times in under an hour last night. Got the usual Amoxicillin from his doctor, and was on our somewhat merry way. Oh, but let's not forget the little speech I got about what to look for regarding Kenny's tonsils. Yes, they are inflamed but that's normal considering the circumstances. If they don't get better  then we have a problem. And while Kenny's doc means well, I've gotten to the point where I start to ignore half of the things that come out of his mouth. I thought I was dramatic, I certainly don't need my son's doctor to be too! Like the time Kenny and I went when he was about 2 1/2. The doc told me he wasn't growing and that he wanted me to pump him full of high calorie things like carnation instant breakfast ( which he hated) so Kenny would put on some weight. He then wanted to see him again in two months to check his progress and if he wasn't growing he wanted to check his liver. It sent me and Kenny's dad in a panic for about a day. I look back now and laugh. My child might be smaller then some, but he's got short parents. So whateverr. First thing the doc said when he saw Kenny today? " Oh wow! Look how tall he's getting!" I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't respond with " imagine that! " or "duh."
 So today I got the serious talk about Kenny's tonsils and "the signs I need to watch out for" which would indicate he might have sleep apnea or need to have his tonsils removed.  They are as follows: 1, snoring ( he's done since he was an infant). 2, restless sleeping ( what child DOESN'T roll all over the place at night?) and 3, sleepiness during the day ( which is why we take naps still).While I'm not ruling out sleep apnea considering Kenny's dad has it, I'm also not going to get my panties in a twist over someone who looked at my son's tonsils for a total of 2 seconds. I want to tell him sometimes to just calm down, I'll be on the look out for it but lets not jump the gun and start planning the kid's tonsil surgery or anything. Sheesh.

So we get home and I immediately pump the kid with his dosage of drugs for his ears. I tell my boss I'll be at work in the morning unless his fever comes back and was then gearing up for some major snuggling on the couch. Almost an hour later Kenny tells me he has lice all over his legs and is scratching them constantly. So what if the kid as an itch? I knew it wasn't lice! I'm slow apparently, and it took me another 30 minutes after that to realize that he was covered in hives. Even though he's had Amoxicillin before, it's apparently common to develop allergies to things you've previously taken. So it's back to Doctor Dramatic in the morning. I'm sure this time he'll tell me Kenny has a rare fungus all over his body, and his arms and legs will have to be amputated.