I take things for granted sometimes

Yesterday someone asked me to collect food donations for an employee, from another store who is waiting for his disability benefits to kick in. He has a wife, two kids and too much pride to ask for help. I immediately asked my wonderful staff to help me organize a small food drive. This morning when I entered work there were bags of groceries waiting for me. This evening I went to the store to try to do my part in helping this family. I gave myself a budget. For an hour I strolled around picking things out, putting things back, trying to stay within a certain dollar amount. As I approached the cashier it occurred to me how so lucky I am in my life. I never even think about what I am putting in my carriage. I'm not saying I don't watch some of my purchases because trust me I do. I get coupon HIGHS when I get great deals!! But I had one of those moments when I realize that I take way too much for granted. It made me feel small and ungrateful. I didn't like that.

You Made My Day...

Funny how something you do so naturally comes so hard for others. I was doing my job, talking to guests making sure everything was alright and satisfactory. I started talking to a woman I have seen in the store on numerous occasions. Today her special needs daughter started high school and she was terrified she'd wouldn't make it. Being the people person I am, I relate to most people in one way or another. My son, who is very special in his own way struggled through school his whole life. He finally graduated last year at the age of 20 and a half. We could not have been prouder. To be honest I never expected him to go that far. I somehow took her mixed emotions and had her laughing and smiling as she prepared to leave. She hugged me and thanked me for caring and helping. Who knew? I was doing my job and just enjoying the conversation.

Happy Birthday To Me And Thanks Mom

Forty one years ago I was lucky enough to be born to a young mom named Kathy. She and my dad already had a two year old and I am sure were barely making ends meet. I believe my dad was working three jobs to support us all. Mother was a mere eighteen at my birth, a kid, but somehow she figured it out and was a natural at mothering. My childhood was great. She was always fun to be around. Mom played with us, we made homemade cookies, we were always going on outings. My every need was meet, I was loved.

I have no idea why I was so fortunate to get her as my mother. She is still my closest friend and confidant. As I became older it became so apparent that not everyone was as blessed as I. I just thought all moms were like mine.

Mom, if you read this I want to say thank you for becoming my mother forty one years ago. You are so special and thank you for never making me feel unloved one day of my life!!!! I love you more than you know! Lorox the Clorox

Wow my very first post!

Now I understand this is a stupid name, but it has a special meaning for my husband and I. I can honestly say that that statement, ( I see the mailbox) has saved my marriage a few times.

I will introduce myself. My name is Lori, I am turning 41 tomorrow. I realized today that I have never really done anything too exciting. I am truly boring in my day to day life. I am giving myself a year to accomplish a feat. Maybe I'll start a charity, maybe I will donate my blood more often, maybe I'll try to lose the 50lbs., I need too. I will do something special that is a promise to myself.

Also, as if you cannot tell by now, I have no idea how to blog...I will learn as I go