Mother’s Day Weekend Recap- May 13, 2017


How did you spend your Mother’s Day weekend?


As usual, my weekend was a flurry of activity.

Because I knew Saturday and Sunday were going to be busy, I relaxed Friday after work. I really don’t do that often.

Early Saturday morning found me searching frantically for Shyla’s baton uniform. I had it hanging in her closet. After 20 minutes of searching I found it under the bunk beds in her brothers’ room. I have no idea how it got there. But, despite the lost uniform, my group of travelers arrived at their destination on time, which was a 3 hour drive.

Legs of woman standing on tiptoe on stepladder with paint can and painted wall.

Next on my agenda was to finish painting my bedroom. I only had about 1/4 of the room to complete which I did. After the painting was finish and the painting tools were cleaned, I took a bucket of Mr. Clean water and cleaned the top of the dressers and the bed. My dressers are very tall as is the headboard of my bed so I have to have the painting ladder to reach the top of the furniture. I also cleaned the fan. My bedroom has been spring cleaned. On to the rest of the house.


We took turns going to see play this weekend. His mother and our oldest daughter with her family, went to watch him perform Friday evening. Saturday,  my husband went to the afternoon performance.

The others had gone on the baton trip to an amusement park.

I went on Saturday evening. For the final performance, my husband and I went and took Dylan’s two siblings. Zayden could not sit still so papa took him and went back home.

After the final performance Sunday afternoon, Dylan, Shyla, and I stopped to buy flowers for my mother-in-law and myself. We took them home and had about 1/2 hour at home before we left to attend the cast party. It was held in the pavilion at the art colony. The weather was perfect and all the kids really enjoyed themselves. Pizza, cupcakes and ice cream was served and prizes were given out.

Dylan won 4 tickets to a Cinncinatti Red’s baseball game. He was beside himself with excitement.

Mom showed up from work and took the kids with her while my husband and I ran to complete some errands.

Later that evening my girls showed up at the house with a beautiful climbing flower and trellis for me.


It was a great weekend.




What was your Mother’s Day weekend like?

My life verse.


Troublemaker by Leah Remini

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For quite awhile now I have wondered about the theology and beliefs behind Scientology. All I “knew” was it was based on the assumption that we had come from an alien. I know that explanation is more simplified than it really is.

Then actors whose work I admired became mixed up with religion. People like John Travolta, Tom Cruize, and Kirstie Alley. I really wanted to know more about their beliefs and what attracked them to a religion that I perceived as a cult. It was on one of the blogs that I was reading early on that there was a short book review of Leah Remini’s book, Troublemakerthat enticed me to get the Audible version of this book.

One afternoon as I was waiting for one of the grandkids that I turned on the book. First of all. let me say, it has taken me quite some time to adjust myself to listening to a book instead of reading a paper version. As I began listening it was evident to me that I could only listen to this book when there were no children present. It is filled with language that could have been left out and still have the basis of the book would have still made its mark.

Leah Remini explains how her mother became a member of the church, bringing with her Leah and her sister. Although family units were often encouraged to become followers of the church, as units they were often separated into different working stations. I’m still at a loss of how a mother could allow this, but I am also not sure how brainwashing works.

Scientology became Leah’s and her family’s life. She talks about the countless hours parishoners were subjected to completing minial tasks and studies. Not only is the majority of their waking hours devoted to the church, parishoners are required to “donate” large sums of money. Those that do not have to funds readily available are urged to acquire credit cards and other various means to fund the church. Leah goes on to say that many members become bandrupt while contributing to Scientology.

Woven throughout the internal workings of Scientology, Leah unfolds the story of her journey to become an actress. It was an interesting journey where she led us through some of her worst times as a struggling actress.

I found this book and interesting read. (listen) If you can endure the offensive language, I would reccommend this book. It opened my eyes a little more into the Scientology and how someone can be so dubbed into believing in a cult.

My life verse.