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I’m sure you’ve heard the name Ethan Stacy, in the past few weeks. Ethan Stacy was the 4 year old boy who was reluctantly sent across the country by the court system in late April to stay with his estranged Mother, Stephanie Sloop, and her fiance/new husband, Nathan Sloop. He was ordered by the divorce court judge to go spend the summer with his mother in Utah and leave the only home he had known with his father, Joe Stacy, in Virginia. Within days of arriving, the beating started. On May 5, Nathan Sloop, 31, took the 4-year-old child into a bedroom and began slapping and hitting him on the face and head, police said. Ethan’s face began to swell. Police said his mother did not alert anyone or seek medical attention for her son. He was beaten so badly that he could not attend the wedding of his mother and her fiance, for fear someone would report them.
For the next three days, police said, Ethan was vomiting, was lethargic, had a fever, and was not able to eat. His symptoms were consistent with a possible brain injury. Instead of trying to help the child, Nathan Sloop engaged in “a systematic and progressively more violent pattern of abuse.”
But no one knew.How could they? Joe Stacy had called his son every day after the child had been sent to Utah, but beginning on May 5, his former wife began to make excuses on the phone for why the boy could not talk to him.
On May 7, police said, Stephanie Sloop returned home from shopping to find that Ethan had been scalded on his feet, legs and buttocks. Nathan Sloop said the boy had burned himself in the bathtub.
On May 9 — Mother’s Day — Ethan was found dead in his bed.
Police said that Nathan and Stephanie Sloop did not notify anyone, but instead began “to formulate a plan to dispose of the body and deceive law enforcement.”
The couple, according to police, wrapped garbage bags around the child’s body and drove to Powder Mountain.
Police said Nathan Sloop took a hammer to Ethan’s face and teeth, in an effort to make him unrecognizable should anyone ever find him. The boy was then buried.
Late the next night, Stephanie Sloop reported the child missing. She told the Layton police that Ethan had walked away from home. Some 40 officers, in foul weather, searched for the child. But before long the Sloops’ story began to fall apart. Late on the afternoon of May 11, officers digging in the mud recovered his body.
Nathan and Stephanie Sloop are being held in the Davis County Jail. He is being held on suspicion of aggravated murder, felony child abuse, obstruction of justice and desecration of a corpse. She is being held on suspicion of felony child abuse, obstruction of justice and desecration of a corpse.
The body of Ethan Stacy, who had never wanted to leave his father in the first place, was flown back to Virginia last week. That is where, with summer coming, he was buried, this time with dignity and with love.
*This interview and information taken from Bob Greene’s article on CNN

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This video leaves me sad and disgusted. I do NOT know how a mother can allow someone, anyone, to hurt their child like this. Most Moms that I know would die for their child. This woman killed hers, perhaps not through direct action but by ignoring the obvious signs that Ethan was being brutalized by this asshole that she had married. I think this woman should be given the death penalty along with her sorry ass excuse for a husband. She stood by and let it happen..she allowed her son to be brutally beaten and killed and then participated in the cover up which included taking a hammer to his precious little face. He was 4 years old! This woman is the sorriest excuse for a human being on the face of the earth and should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law. I also think that more stringent interviewing/ background checks should be applied in custody battles when the parent and the child both so vehemently object to the parent in question. This little boy can not be brought back and he suffered a painfully cruel and degrading death, because the courts disregarded his pleas. I understand he was 4 and she was his mother, but if there were objections to the custody arrangement..someone should have looked into why. Now Ethan Stacy is dead and there are no do overs![/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]

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love letter, birth story, birthday, third birthday, love letter to my daughter

This is my love letter to my daughter on her third birthday. Three years ago today, May 21, 2007, I woke up anxious and excited, scared and elated. This was the day I would meet the most precious little lady that I will ever know. This is the day that I met my joy and sunshine.

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Three years ago today, I left your big sister at home asleep with Grandma ChaCha while your Daddy and I quietly went off to meet you. But not before she gave you one last kiss before you entered into our world! She was so excited to become a big sister. She celebrated your arrival for the entire 9 months before she ever met you.

 

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Three years ago today, our video camera decided to stop working and your Uncle Jeff had to drive his in from Michigan. He was happy to do it so we could commemorate your birth. Thank goodness or we would have missed filming the entire thing and then how would I show it to you when we have “the talk” someday? A mom’s got to have something left in her arsenal to add a little shock and awe to the tween years.
Three years ago today, I was told that you were too big for me to birth and that I was going to need a cesarean section but in an effort to birth you naturally, I endured several different embarrassing and uncomfortable positions to prove them wrong (and I did!) Can you say Texas Roll? With the help of a mirror and a nurse laying across my stomach, you came into the world just a little quiet and slightly purple with the cord wrapped around your tiny neck, just like your sister.

Three years ago today, my heart doubled in size to accommodate all the love that I had in my heart to give to you. I was so afraid that I’d short change you both in the love and attention department, but I worried for nothing. The love wasn’t split in half; the capacity to love doubled.

Three years ago today, my eyes cried tears of overwhelming joy when I first saw your beautiful face and so began a lifetime of stolen moments.

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Three years ago today, our family became complete.

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Three years ago today, Daddy held you in his arms for the first time and you melted his heart and wrapped him around your tiny little finger, all in the same second.

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Three years ago today, Bella became a proud big sister and has loved you every moment since with all the love her little heart could hold.

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Three years ago today, I became the Mommy of one of God’s most precious blessings.

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Three years ago today (and every single day since)I looked down into the giant big blue eyes of yours and I fell deep into love with my Gabi!

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Happy 3rd birthday baby! I love you ( and your sister) right up to the moon and back! No matter what, I love you! Even when you don’t like me…Mommy always loves you!

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I Love you so much More than a fat kid loves cake…its insane how much I love you!

love letter, love letter to my daughter, 3-year-old, third birthday

Today, May 21, 2010, I love you more than words can give justice to. Everyday that I am blessed to be your Mommy is the greatest day of my life! You are my sunshine, GabiLuci!

This is a love letter to my 3-year-old, what would yours say?

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There is a lot going on in Bangkok this past week, as I am sure you are all aware. But amongst all the chaos, couping, and the red shirts losing their minds trying to force the Prime Minister Abhisit Vejjajiva to step down. Something much worse than all of this still has happened in Thailand this week! Please refer to the footage below.

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Can you believe this shit? Amongst all of this political warfare,with the red shirts trying to force the resignation of Prime Minister Abhisit Vejjajiva more than 40 people have been killed and hundreds wounded in the past week , when weeks of mostly peaceful anti-government protests morphed into what is looking more and more like civil war. The Red Shirts, named for the color they wear, want the prime minister to resign and call new elections, and have paralyzed the capital for two months to that end.

Prime Minister Abhisit Vejjajiva has refused to step down, calling the protesters’ tactics “terrorism,” and has now unleashed the military’s full force against them. He went on national television earlier this week to declare a curfew until Thursday morning, banning anyone from leaving their homes without military permission. With all this happening, fire broke out and Bangkok is basically burnt to the ground. My problem is not with the coup or the actions of the Prime Minister, though both are unfortunate..my issue is with the sorry assholes who thought it would be a good idea to use a baby as a human shield. Where was this kids mama? OK, I was semi supportive of the red shirts..if the Prime Ministers an asshole..hey boot his ass out. If you need to organize to do it. I’m cool with that too! But when ‘by any means necessary’ entails holding babies in front of grown men! I say..HEll to the NAH!!! If these guys are going to man up and become engaged in this political game of tit for tat, at least do it yourself don’t hide behind an innocent baby. I’m hoping a sniper comes in and shoots them in the head, just to put the poor baby and any other unsuspecting babies out of harms way!
 So, this Thursday’s Throat punch is definitely awarded to the red shirts for unsportsmanlike behavior ! I wish I was in Bangkok to deliver it myself; swift and painful justice for all people who use babies as shields in any way. You know who you are…don’t make me throat punch you !

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God knows I have two of the most precious, beautiful little princesses to ever walk the face of the earth but some of the things that come out of their mouths…well, not so princess like. For instance, this morning, this is what I heard at my breakfast table..
 Gabs: “Me faaaarted!” (apparently, she was having a little issue with flatulence) .
Bella: “Gabs!!!! You don’t just fart and say  ‘Me Farted” . You say, “Excuse me. I farted, OK?” ( almost like, do you have a problem with that.) Mind you I am sitting at the table absolutely losing it, I am literally in tears.. It continues on…
Gabs:”NO, me say- Me FAAAAARTED!” (Uncontrollable maniacal laughing ensues.)
Bella (completely unamused) “What are you going to do when you are in school? (She’s so mature just because she is starting Kindergarten next year. What a big girl!) “Gabs, you have to say EXCUSE ME!”
Gabs: “Why?”
Bella:”Because its rude!!” (She has almost exhausted her very last nerve. I seem to be familiar with that feeling).
Gabs: “WHHHHHHY?” (All exasperated and fed up with Bella’s nagging!)
Bella: “Because it Stinks!!”(Huff Puff)
Gabs: “Me NO Stink!”(completely indignant).
Bella: “What? Are you just going to fart and run away??”
Gabs: (So completely over the conversation) “Yeah, me run away!” And she got up and left the table!
I was in awe of this conversation because Bella was being so mature and trying to explain manners to her 2 year old sister and because Gabs was completely loving driving her sister bananas. She knows to say excuse me, she just thinks its funny to irritate her sister by announcing the fact that she has broke wind. Oh , my princess, I’m so proud of her fearlessness.

   Gabs: She looks sweet, right? Don’t be fooled!

Bella: All business; no time for your shenanigans Gabs! I’m calling Daddy! You’re in trouble!

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I’ve been watching a lot of Real Housewives lately..don’t know why. Maybe to annoy myself, maybe I’m bored, maybe its just so rainy and crappy out there’s nothing else to do but I did happen across a very important life lesson the other day. “If you’ve not used it/needed it in 2 seasons..throw it out!” So, I am going through purging my life of needless things today. Clothing, dishes, nick knacks, toys ( oh yeah even some of the kids stuff..some of the tough love feedback from last weeks post ..stuck), all slowly decreasing the clutter. I love it. I feel liberated. Then I realize, does this only have to apply to things? What about people? I know that sounds really awful but you know what I mean. Do I really need that FB friend who only really friended me ( in my personal FB not my fan site) to be nosey? I know its true because they’ve never said anything to me except the original “will you be my friend?” If we’ve not genuinely engaged in the last two years, I say I take you off my friends list. It’s fair, right? If you have been my friend over the past 10 years and you don’t know that I have a 5 and 2 year old….then I am eliminating you from my life. See how this works? If we dated a zillion years ago and God knows we absolutely don’t care what’s going on with one another…we shouldn’t be friends. If you don’t return calls consistently and anyone who has not been genuinely involved in my life via conversation or physically (one or the other or both) in the last 2 years, then I think we are not really friends and we should just eliminate one another from our lives.People are in our past for a reason, there’s is usually a good reason they are not part of our present,  so why try to force a future? I know this sounds cold but I have always tried to keep all my friendships going all the time. It is exhausting! There are some people who you can go months without seeing each other and talking but you pick up the phone and time never passed. Those are the exceptions. Those are the real friends! And those people never let 2 years pass without checking in on you. All the other relationships are a lot of work and if they are not doing their part, then what’s the point of trying. It takes two in a friendship. I don’t want to impart upon my daughters that they have to be people pleasers and keep every friend they ever make. Sometimes we just outgrow one another and life takes different directions. There is no wrong doing in that. It is evolution. But sometimes we hold on so tight in relationships that we end up either making ourselves miserable or smothering the other person with our expectations, or both. So, I’ve decided to stop holding on to the past, and concentrate on the future. I am de-cluttering my life and making room for all the wonderful things that are to come, instead of trying to figure out the past. In the spirit of that here is a little something I wrote ( feel free to use it if you’d like);

Ode to a Shitty Friend

Dear shitty friend,
You used to be my closest friend~
But now , after years of friendship thrown down the toilet by you~
You are indeed the shittiest of friends!
We used to be like sisters~
Where there was one, there was the other.
I shared in your happiness,
I was your biggest cheerleader!
Your friendship was more valuable to me than anything else in the world.
Then, the time came when we had to grow up.
The friendship could have evolved, it could have survived, it could have flourished~
But you chose to cut me out of your life.
Returning only on occasions when you felt especially shitty about yourself and you needed me in your cheering section.
You were like some crazy friend version of a booty call.
You’d call when you needed a friend and disappear when you didn’t need it.
But when I needed my cheerleader, you were no where to be found.
When I needed guidance, sisterhood, love,support and friendship,
You turned your back on me;stopped answering your phone.
I kept waiting, even coming back for more.
I figured, you needed my friendship more than I needed my dignity.
Now, the calls have become few and far between.
Maybe once every year or so, you check in~
Just to make sure that I am not perfectly happy, you like to drop in and infuse my life with a little misery.
It’s OK. I don’t get upset and cry anymore,
I barely even care.
In sad reality, I expect nothing of you
And there lies our friendship, on the floor in a million pieces.
I don’t worry about you ever reading this,
I know that you wouldn’t afford yourself the inconvenience.
There is no benefit in it for you.
Thanks for the lifetime, but lets move forward.
I have children of my own now and I can’t keep stroking your ego,
And feeding your narcissism.
I am too tired, too old, and even less interested.
Please don’t call me inebriated, professing love and friendship
and making promises that you have no intentions of keeping in the light of day.
I have endured my last frustration and worry over you.
I wish you nothing but happiness in your life~
But I refuse to any longer try to resuscitate a friendship that is so long dead.
Yours truly,
Someone who is finally coming to their senses

Happy Mothering!

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When you were a little girl, what did you imagine your perfect proposal to look like? If you’re a guy, did you agonize over how to propose and make sure that you got a yes? I guess that would be stressful. I never really imagined the perfect wedding proposal. For me, it was more about the perfect guy proposing.

Not perfect like a Greek god. Not perfect like a model or earning a certain income. Perfect in that he loved me unconditionally, just as I am. Perfect in that I loved him the same. The perfect proposal to me had nothing to do with anybody getting down on their knee and everything to do with being willing to stand by my side for the rest of our lives.

Our original proposal was nothing short of comical. Endearing and filled with good intentions but more impulsive than it could have been. I was shocked and I was flattered but mostly, I was knocked off my feet by how soon in our relationship he knew that I was “the one.” I had never been anyone’s, “the one” before.

After 12 months of relationship I was already choosing between wedding ballrooms and dresses, 11 years later, I finally got “the proposal”. The one you read about on fairytale wedding blogs. The ones photographed in perfect sunset light and captured in remote destinations. Only, mine was in my living room.

This past weekend was the Big Guy and my 11th wedding anniversary. It was pretty special since last year for our 10th, he had just been downsized and our whole life was up in the air. Not much celebrating went on last year. This year, however, was a completely different story.  Is it really possible that I can be more in love with this man by the day?

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We met in college, at a bar, through a mutual friend. He very nonchalantly looked down at me ( since he is a towering 6’5″ ) and said, “Hey”. I barely warranted a nod. I thought, “What an asshole!” Anyways, fast forward 4 months and there he is in yet another bar proposing. I was shocked and ill-prepared for such a question.

We had been dating exclusively since a few days after the “hey” incident but isn’t 4 months really soon? Did I mention he asked me in the middle of a bar? No big drop down to your knee with a ring, hush over the crowd, as the DJ booth announces that the big guy needs quiet. No, just a “will you marry me?” in the middle of the dance floor, in the middle of a dance, in the middle of a night of drinking. WTF? I was shocked. I was flattered. I was confused. I was lucky. It took me a couple days to give him an answer, because as I mentioned…I was shocked. In 4 months, I was not expecting a ring.

Being the list making thinker that I was I thought about it and realized listen to your heart, ” Are you, crazy girl? It’s too soon. Then I thought to myself, are you crazy girl…he’s amazing and you love him. This is the way it was all going to end up anyways. He just figured it out first! (That’s why I’m lucky).”

Then I said yes, then I got a ring. He liked it but he wasn’t forking out money to put a ring on it if I didn’t say yes. I did tell you we were in college, right? Anyways, that was my first proposal back on January 28, 1998. The one that I found out later was supposed to be Valentine’s Day proposal ( how romantic) but he was nervous and jumped the gun…that’s why he didn’t actually have a ring on him.

For our 5th wedding anniversary, he got me an upgraded ring. My original one was beautiful and it is very special to me but my 5-year one was something else. Lots of sparkle and shine, just like I like. Then he whisked me off to a hot and steamy vacation for two in New Orleans. I came home with really frizzy hair from the heat, and I’m pretty sure all the booze and love gave me our first daughter. Talk about a souvenir!

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Fast forward, 6 years later to our do over 10 year anniversary ( our 11th anniversary) and the big guy has once again, shocked me! Oh yes, Ladies, he came home ( from out of town work) and the girls were napping. He had a sandwich and sat dawn and watched a little bit of trash tv the Real Housewives of New York with me. He let me ramble on about some inane scenario that was taking place and then he left the room. I figured he went out to use the bathroom, check his email, who knows. We’ve been married for 11 years, I don’t ask him where he’s going every time he leaves the room, anymore.

I am sitting there, mind you with my grimy gardening clothes on, hair pulled back in a bun with crazy curls sprouting everywhere from the humidity…not a stitch of makeup on. I turn around and I’ll be damned if he is not next to my chair on his knee. Yes, his KNEE. I have been waiting for this my whole life. It was “the proposal”, I always wanted and never got. But I figured as long as the guy was the right one, who cares if the proposal wasn’t what I had always expected.

Next, I heard him saying “Now, will you marry me?” I think. I was in such shock. I was so happy, I grabbed that ring and hugged his neck and squeezed him and kissed him and said: ” Of course!” ( We are planning a vow renewal for our 15th..some place warm).

I understand now what that crazy reaction is that women have when they are asked to marry the man of their dreams when they have been waiting for it..expecting it. The ring is gorgeous. I am totally in love with my new ring, almost as much as I am with my husband. It is very special to me because it is actually the ring I was proposed to with!

To top it all off, the next day ( our actual anniversary) we had a wonderful date ( alone without children) and it was amazing hanging out with my best friend, soul mate, the man of my dreams and just talk and hear and see one another. Then I found out he was going to propose that night at the restaurant..drop to his knee, in the restaurant..how romantic. There he goes jumping the gun..again! I so love this man. I can’t believe that he still makes my heart swoon. Thanks baby for being everything I never knew, I always wanted! Te amo!

These are some of the pictures from date night on our anniversary! We are goofs, but I can not imagine my life any other way. So full of love and joy. My cup runneth over!

What did your “the proposal” moment entail?

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I’m sure you’ve all seen this video about the 13 year old boy,Isaiah Johnson, in Houston who was brutally beat down by his teacher, Sherri Davis. Jamie’s House Charter School, a school for students at risk where many of them have disciplinary problems, fired Davis, but Isaiah’s mother, Alesha Johnson, wants her put behind bars. I agree.

Does anyone really think that her behavior is acceptable under the circumstances? Perhaps, if she feared for her life or that of the others in the class? Perhaps, if he were wielding a knife or gun? They say that the teacher unleashed the beating on the student when he provoked her by teasing an alleged mentally challenged student. Still, no excuse for this behavior. Reprimand him, send him to the principal to be properly addressed. My God, she BEAT a child. She physically and mercilessly laid hands on him, repeatedly.

If a parent beat a child they’d be brought up on charges. At the very least shouldn’t this woman be locked up somewhere? I can tell you that if a teacher beat my child like this, I’d find her and exact the same punishment that she had exacted on my child. A teacher is supposed to be a trusted individual that you leave your child with for the day to expand their intellectual boundaries that does not give them cart blanch to discipline a child in such an extreme manner.

I don’t believe in corporal punishment at all and I surely don’t think that a teacher has the right to lay hands on a child.I thought sending a child to the principal’s office for a swat was barbaric back when I was a child. This…well,this is something quite different.My hopes are that with all this media attention, Ms. Davis will be brought up and charged and have her teachers license revoked. I think she is a menace to society and has no business around children.

Even worse so, there was reportedly other teachers witnessing the incident. Really, no one thought it was a good idea to intervene and stop this. It is also reported but not confirmed that students were threatened to not leak the footage by one of the adult witnesses.I think any parent whose child attends that school should take a closer look at what is going on in that place and the people running it.

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Like everyone else, I came across this video and was a little shocked, as I have little girls myself.

I realize there are lots of little girls out there dancing to this song, my girls included. It has a rockin beat. The controversy is because of how these little girls are dancing to this song. I think the gyrating coupled with the outfits (OMG those outfits are something) has sent the country into an outrage. I agree that it may not be appropriate but who is at fault? Not the children. They are little girls dancing their little asses off and having a blast doing it.The person responsible is the coach/dance instructor who thought these outfits and dance moves were a good combo for 7-9 year olds. This world is full of enough perverts do we really need to give them an internet virus to catch hold of and run with? I just hate that theses little girls are now made to feel like they are dirty and have done something wrong. My God, its made the  National News . The news is making a big stink that the girls are too young to be so sexy. “So sexy”? Is there any amount of sexy that is alright for that age group? Come on people, lets place blame where it belongs… the coach/instructor/choreographer. I know the parents are being reprimanded for poor choices but let’s be realistic. Sure, they are at fault for allowing it to come to fruition on a stage in front of national media but have you ever had a child in a dance class/ organized activity? Its not like the instructor actually comes out and takes a vote from the parents. They are not particularly keen on having to run everything past the parents. Isn’t that why we pay them the big bucks and entrust our children to them? If you are like me, you insert yourself into the situation somehow via volunteering and such. We have to know what is going on with our children. This is ridiculous.What about the WOD? I mean wasn’t this routine ran passed them in the first place? Even on paper, this would have looked like a train wreck from a mile away. God knows these little girls didn’t think of this routine as being sexualized? They are proud to be dancing and getting all the applause. Its fun to dance that  hard. My little girls saw this video( they walked in when it was on the news) and said Gabs:”Wow! They can really dance!”, Bella: “To me..those girls are amazing to be able to do that!” My girls didn’t notice the raunchy costumes or know that the moves were actually air fornification. Maybe we should blame that same media that is vilifying these parents and children  because they are the same ones who wrote “I can’t really recommend this movie for adults or anyone over the age of 8 or 9. However, if you do have children that age or younger, you can’t go wrong with this movie.https://abclocal.go.com/wjrt/story?section=resources/movies&id;=7195823”. Hmmm! Did you see the Chipettes version of All the Single Ladies? Maybe that’s why these girls were so easily convinced that this was a good choice to perform to. Seriously, is there an adult in the house? Someone in charge who knows better ?  My real concern is for those little girls’ backs…I was seriously afraid one of them was going to throw their little backs out from dancing so hard. You go girls!Happy Mothering!
DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS ROUTINE AT ALL. I JUST WISH THOSE POOR LITTLE GIRLS WEREN’T FODDER FOR A MEDIA BLITZ. I THINK ALL ADULTS INVOLVED WITH THIS EXHIBITION FROM START TO FINISH SHOULD BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE!

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Any woman , worth her salt, knows that the late great Audrey Hepburn was a woman that we should all emulate . She was classy , sassy, charming, and beautiful without trying. She took what God gave her and she made it work. Talk about a role model. She had the reputation of being a humble, kind and charming person, who lived the philosophy of putting others before herself.  (Much like us Mommies…always putting our children first). We’re all just a bitching bunch of Holly Golightly’s. I recently came across some of Ms. Hepburn’s quotes that I simply must share with all of you dahhlings:) Here goes. Write them down, believe them, live them, love them…enjoy.

Tiffany's, Audrey Hepburn

 

Paul Varjak(Breakfast @ Tiffany’s): You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

PSSST…I think this is where my obsession with all things Tiffany’s originated! Damn you Tiffany blue box. I do love you so!

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