Here come da judge.....

After 4 months of hell, we came, we saw, we kicked some ass. Attending with me today were, my boy toy troy, my Sheriff John, my Daddy & Sista and my BFF peeps, Patti and Wendy & John boy.

Inside the pocket of my blazer was one white feather, sent by my mum. In the other pocket, was Sheriff John, my new voodoo friend who eliminates bullies.

After hours of my truthful testimony, and then.....some not so truthful testimony, followed by the attorney's closing arguments, Judge Staffell concluded that my support will stand as is and then adjusts accordingly when Chel graduates in June.

(now picture the happy dance thru the courtroom and a hug for my attorney)

Plus, I was awarded my attorney's fees as well.
Today was a good day.
Justice was served on a large shiney, silver platter.








To all of you who stood by me during this difficult time, I thank you.

Your support, kindness and charity mean more than you will ever know.

Thanking you from the bottom of my heart.

Now if you will excuse me, I need to pack for my long and overdue trip to a land called exhaustion for some much needed R& R,

who knows maybe I'll be in a town near you!

Love you all. XOXO

By the time

you read this, it will be over.

The wait that is.
The last four months of my life have been pure hell and I have been unable to share that with you.

Tomorrow, a judge will decide and the bullying will end.

I will know my fate and be able to move forward........finally.

Stand by.......for the verdict.

Traditions

It's Christmas Eve. It's quiet. It's just me in the house snuggled in my bed with my coffee. It's cold and grey outside and the only sound I can hear is my clock chiming downstairs. Love moments like this. Time to reflect. Memories of Christmas Eve's past fill me. They were magical to me as a child and when I close my eyes right now, I am taken right back, right back to that Christmas Eve tradition, over 40 years ago, with my family. My three sisters and I would get all dressed up (sometimes in matching outfits) and load into the family station wagon, and head to the Lost Alaskan chinese restaurant. As we seldom ate out, this was a HUGE treat for us and very special. I can vividly remember that wonderful aroma as we walked thru the door of the restaurant and found our booth. Ahhhh, the fried rice and egg drop soup..divine...all of us sitting like little ladies at the table. After our bellies were full and the fortunes were read, we piled back in the car and off into the Arizona night to find the prettiest Christmas lights around. Dad would take us to the "fancy" neighborhoods so that we could "ooh and aw" at those twinkling, colorful lights. Oh the squeals of delight......as each neighborhood got better and better. We also kept one eye in the sky for Santa and his sleigh, too and Rudolf's red nose. We would then return home and were allowed to open just one present. This would usually be our Christmas jammies which we donned immediately. It was then off to bed to try to sleep. Trying to sleep was impossible. Filled with so much excitement and longing for morning to come. And the final tradition of the night was the stocking. Santa would enter our room, when "she" thought we were asleep and lay it on the food of our bed. On a few occassions, I was still awake, pretending to be asleep and watch my mom's sillouette quietly creep out of my room. That is a keepsake moment for me :) It was then that I would take one leg, with my toe extended and find that stocking and quietely, ever so quietly drag it up to me and hide it under my covers. In the darkness I would put my hand into that stocking, listening to the crinkling of its contents and try to figure out what delights were in it. Ahhh, the chocolate Santa which I would unwrap and devour as quietly as possible under the covers. No wonder I could not sleep! And there I would lay surrounded by the stockings contents, unable to see what they were, but laying among them as I drifted happily off to sleep..........

To this day, I continue this tradition with my children.

May you and yours have a magical Christmas.

Hugz

So many of you have touched me deeply recently.

Such kindness.

Such support.

Such charity.

You know who you are.

and i thank you

East or West?

Purging

Spent 3 hours in the garage last night, purging, purging, purging. Twenty years of stuff, and filled the trash can to the brim.

Good news tho, in just those three boxes, I found a

$40.00 gift certificate,

a $20.o0 gift certificate to Vons, and 3 uncashed personal checks. Yikes!

(that's what happens when you move in a hurry)

What other treasures will i find?

But I did find a "keepsake" photo I have been looking for : )

It's like a treasure hunt, you never know what you may find. Three down, 15 to go!!!

I'm Sad, I'm Mad, I'm Glad

Tough week, hell it's been a tough month.

Ain't gonna lie to you.

In fact I feel like "crap on a stick" right now.

So see there, things aren't always perfect at Tracy's Day.

Just thought you'd want to know.

Oh and that song you hear playing right now is my new anthem. Thanks, Cher.

Nite. Nite.


Tomorrow is a new day............

You Know?

I hate finishing a book.

Especially a good book.

Because as soon as it is finished, I miss the characters and I miss being a part of their lives and knowing what's happening. I miss the story and I miss reading it.

Maybe that's why I write this blog.
The story just keeps going on...................

Chelsea Chaput singing "Maybe this Time"

College Bound

Chelsea has been feverishly filling out college applications and writing essays. She spent many, many hours on one particular one. And it paid off. She has been invited to audition for one of the schools she applied for. Maybe you've heard of it......a little school called.....JUILLIARD in New York City!!!!

She will audition in San Francisco next February. It's almost surreal. From her first play in kindergartden to possibly Juilliard...oh my.

My Quote of the Week

"If the jackhammer doesn't work, I am going to rent a flame thrower. A big one."

Something.....

that I never, ever, ever thought would happen - DID.

I could be referring to something good or something bad, right?

And as my luck would have it, I was given one of each -

The good one is - Delightful.

While the bad one is - Despicable.

Never, say never.

Not in my wildest dreams.

It's December 1st!

Love, Love, Love this time of year!

But I'm still counting my blessings from Thanksgiving!

I'm thankful that my Daddy comes home tomorrow after a 2 week stay in the hospital!

I'm thankful that Chelsea is all in one piece after tripping over the Yorkie on the stairs and tumbling half way down all the while holding on to her cat. I so wish I had a video of that one!

I am thankful that my children are happy and healthy and that they now cook their Mom thanksgiving dinner!

I am thankful for my guy and his kindness.

I'm so thankful that I am surrounded with such incredible friends, especially during these last few months. Between the ICU and the court room, it has not been easy. But there is blue on the horizon. 2011 will bring a new beginning......an exciting one filled with changes.

Now if you will excuse me, I'm gonna whip up some hot chocolate, curl up on my couch in front of the fire and think about all the good things yet to come.....