Do I have a sign on my forehead that says "freak magnet?"

It seems like I've attracted all kinds of me over the years, some good, some bad, very bad.  Examples of the bad and very bad range from the extreme mamas boy to the pathological liar, to my personal favorite (and current headache) the commitment-phobe.

Why can't I meet a nice, stable, handsome, successful guy who can appreciate a good thing when he has it?

Am I really destined to keep going through the circus of freaks for the rest of my life?

Oh Lord help me....

Bathroom Marriage

Last week Cameron and I were at dinner with my Grandma.

Whenever we go out to eat, Cameron always visits the restroom at least twice, sometimes more often. He's done this ever since he was potty trained, so since the age of 2 or 3, but he'll never admit that he has a fascination with the bathroom. He always says he has to "go."

While eating our dinner, Cameron says out of the blue, "When I get married, I am going to get married in the bathroom. I don't want to get married in no fancy schmancy place, I want to get married in the bathroom." I almost choked on my pasta when I heard that.

Trying to maintain astraight face, I asked "well, who are you going to marry?" And he said he didn't know. My Grandma then commented, "Well, I won't be coming to a wedding in no stinky bathroom." That made Cameron laugh.

So then, we asked him, "well, what if the person you marry doesn't want to get married in the bathroom?" And Cameron's response? "Why wouldn't she?"

My boy sure loves his bathrooms…..and boy, do I have some great blackmail for when he gets older! Hehehehe…..

You're Gonna Miss This....or am I?

I heard this song on the radio today. It wasn’t the first I’d heard of it, but it was the first time I let the lyrics and tone of the song absorb into my system...

"You’re Gonna Miss This" by Trace Adkins

She was starin’ out the window of that SUVComplainin’ sayin’ I can’t wait to turn 18
She said I’ll make my own money and I’ll make my own roots
Mama put the car in park out there in front of the school
and she kissed her head and said I was just like you

You’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times
So take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this

Before she knows it she’s a brand new bride
In her one bedroom apartment and her daddy stops by
He tells her it’s a nice place, she says it’ll do for now
Starts talkin’ about babies and buyin’ a house
Daddy shakes his face and says Baby just slow down
Cuz you’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times so take a good look around
You may not know it now but you’re gonna miss this

Five years later there’s a plummer workin’ on the water heater,
Dogs barkin’ phones ringin’ one kid’s cryin’ one kid’s screamin’,
And she keeps apologizing, he says they don’t bother me I got 2 babies of my own one’s 36 one’s 23 it’s hard to believe

But you’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna want this back
You’re gonna wish these days hadn’t gone by so fast
These are some good times so take a good look around
You may not know it now
But you’re gonna miss this
You’re gonna miss this
Yeah, you’re gonna miss this

Looking back on my life, there are things I do miss from childhood...the carefree days of school and spending time with friends, and my only worry being if my report card had good grades.
But, on the flip side, family memories are something I am conflicted on. Every family has their own set of issues, there is no denying it. But, in my house, there was a lot of conflict. Without going into too much detail, there was a lot of drama in my household during my childhood. Some of it, I am learning to let go of. The rest? Well, that remains with me, like glue... I just can’t seem to get rid of some of the memories.

Now that I am grown with a child of my own, and a divorce under my belt, I pray that I can create wonderful, loving memories that my son will cherish and "miss." I do make mistakes quite often (who doesn’t, right?), and I do worry about being a good parent, but my son does always know that he is loved.

As my child grows, I think back to the lyrics above, and there are already moments that I miss. Time really does go by so fast. And these moments, and times of youth, are fleeting. It seems like just yesterday, my baby boy was a sweet 2-year-old who loved spending time with his mommy. And now? Oh, we have our special time together, but it’s different now, already! I can just imagine how it will be in the teenage years. Because, I already do miss "this" time, and it’s not even over yet.