There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Friday, May 15


I am the WORST eavesdropper ever. Or should I say the BEST? I do listen to what people talk about. There is always a lot of good information spread around between others if you are paying attention.

Our company has recently moved from offices to cubes. Its called "GLOBALIZATION". Since the 80's, when I had a brief stint working for Ernst & Young in Dallas, I have heard this term. Its been "revolutionizing" (heh) the way companies portray themselves. They call it a unified look, and often refer to the "Coca Cola" branding as an example. My company has followed suit. The results? We are in a maze of cubes. Now, in our little 3 ft wall rat maze, you over hear more conversations. Oh yes. More laughter and inside jokes. More "I love you baby" and what did the dog/kid do NOW?

Today, I was eavesdropping on my new gal neighbor in my division talking to her real estate agent about selling her condo and laying out the specifics of the house they are looking for in order to grow their family. Hearing those words made me so melancholy and sad (although I am happy for her). I started day dreaming of a backyard where my son can play on the swing set. A place to bust his lip falling off it. Scraping his knees after falling off his bike. Climbing trees and building a tree house. Planting seeds together and watching them become carrots or tomatoes or even flowers. Then, I remembered all the times I loved escaping my house into the "outdoors" and just breathing and growing up with nature. Exploring insect life. Watching the clouds roll by. Creating adventures through imagination and opportunity to roam freely and safely within walking distance of the kitchen.

I don't know that I will ever be successful enough as a single mom to provide my son with home that has a yard and a basketball court. I pray every day that I can (like my coworker said to her realtor and I said to man I love during a conversation) provide the kind of upbringing that I had. With a yard to BBQ in and crank the ice cream maker. And set off illegal firecrackers.

Come on LOTTO numbers! I need a house big enough for GrandParents too... :D


  1. Do you buy lottery tickets? I always want to win, but then I don't buy tickets LOL.

  2. Or, you can move home where it is possible to have a house on a normal persons income. Just sayin'.

  3. Oh Cindy. The only reason I am here is because TX was making me suicidal! No matter the cost of living, I must remain here for my sanity and my son's sake.

  4. LOL. You do know there are other (better) places in Texas than Houston - right?

  5. I lived in Houston, Conroe, Nacagdoches and Dallas. So yea.Conroe was too small and backwards for me. Nacagdoches was a great place to go to school. Houston was actually cool except for traffic, Dallas ROCKS. I had enough Cindy and pushed myself away from the table.

    I am of the mindset now that ANYTHING can happen. And that it will happen for me. It never gets above 90 in the summer and we have the ocean. I am all about the weather!

  6. It's not the size of the yard. It's the size of the heart. My Mom and I lived in a tiny apartment next to some railroad tracks for most of my childhood. Those were some of my happiest memories!