All Good Things Come To An End


Hello my friends!  I have decided to close out this blog since it has been so long since I’ve regularly posted on it.

However, I have started a new one.  I intend to do a lot of the same genre as before but without stressing myself out so much about posting every day, nor joining so many other weekly challenges; poetry, storytelling, etc.

Sebastian is 3 now and attending pre-school for special education.  I have a lot of hectic activity already in daily life, that’s enough for me.

The new blog link is:

Stop by and say hi whenever you have time!

Love, peace & blessings for you all,   Teresa

Woof Woof Via My Mother – Too True!

A  dog had followed his owner to school.

His owner was a fourth grader at a public elementary school. 

However, when the bell rang, the dog went inside the building and made it all the way to the child’s
classroom before a teacher noticed and shooed him outside, closing the door behind him.
The dog sat down,
whimpered and stared at the closed doors.
Then God appeared beside the dog, patted his head, and said,

‘Don’t feel bad fella’…they won’t let ME in either.’

The Old Shack

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  They lived in an old shack
at the mountain’s base out back
for everything they did lack
brought their lunch in a paper sack

Were as poor as they could be
just as everyone could plainly see
pranks at their expense weren’t funny
to all of my brothers and me

The eldest of them a girl
and was precious as a pearl
whose golden hair she did twirl
around her finger in a banana curl

Then came a most brooding boy
whose concentration did best to employ
alone with his food to toy
seemed to be nothing he did enjoy

Their parents were some older folks
whom were also the butt of jokes
which then only the son’s ire stokes
’til he throws at them a few pokes

When you get to the nitty-gritty
coming down to school in the city
for neither of them was pretty
but especially not for Miss Kitty

After all their schooling was done
out of this town they did run
but the damage which had begun
then over the years eventually won

The son was the first to die
for no matter how hard he try
he couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie
and overdosed on a heroin high

And their daughter then was next
who felt her life had been hexed
being ever distraught and vexed
a suicide note to them did text

Leaving their elderly parents alone
who in their grief did moan
“Why was there no compassion shown
by anyone they had ever known?!”

Now with my story all done
can you think if there’s anyone
a much beloved daughter or son
 you’ve harassed or bullied for fun?

Teresa Brewer  12/6/11



My Tuesday Thoughts – Yuck! Just One More Thing to Do




As if I needed one more thing on my to-do list!  I got a message from Fed Ex that my shipping labels were in from K12. 

Now I have to take down, gather up and pack up all the books and computer equipment that they shipped us and ship it all back to them since Sara has to stay in her regular school for now until the “final” custody decision is made in January.

We had just gotten all this furniture moved around and her schooling area set up and organized 😦  She was doing so good too!  As far as I can tell, she was pretty much carrying all A’s with maybe one B.

What a pain in the neck!  It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have all of this other stuff that I have to do for court plus keeping Mark taken care of with his crazy schedule.

Here’s what I’m doing for the next two months:

Visitation with Sara is:  

Wk. 1 – pick up from school on Tues. and visit for 3 hours
 pick up from school on Thurs. for weekend visit.  Take to school on Friday, pick up in afternoon and take to school on Monday.

 Wk. 2 – pick up from school on Wed. and visit for 3 hours

 Wk. 3 – start all over again

(Keep in mind that this is a 30 minute trip to town each way and a whole lot of gas being used.)

I just got my drug screen done which cost us $65 and Mark has to get one too.

I have to sign up for parenting classes in town.  Thank God they are free!

I have to do some case management in town as well.

My daily routine with Mark is:
Start coffee about 30 minutes before time to wake him up.
Make him a meal to eat before he goes in.
Have his laundry done so he has clean uniforms to wear.
Make his lunch for him w/snacks to eat through the night (because he’s losing so much weight that I worry about him).

So, needless to say, I pretty darn busy and keeping track of everything with my short-term memory issues has been a challenge.  Anyway, gotta run – lots to do!

Always remember that Jesus died for us because He loves us!

In His love,