Clocked out!



Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls!

I am officially clocked out!  My daughter’s adoption was finalized and I have taken some time off work to do some much needed bonding and family time!

I was worried at first that I would be totally bored, to be honest.  School is out until mid January, kids are all home from school, and Christmas will be here and gone.  I was worried…and now I’m not.

Now I am SURE I will be bored…and covered in school glue, probably!

In case you didn’t know, I am a rather crafty person.  So…multiply that with being off work and actually rested all day (I normally work night shift).  The kids have already stared rolling their eyes.

We have butter warming on the counter for sugar cookies, we have decorated Christmas ornaments that I crocheted off the top of my head; tomorrow we do kinetics, and then we will be donating blood and visiting an animal shelter.

So, in a nutshell I am asking you to pray for my children.  Pray for their patience, pray for their sanity, and Good Lord above, my poor daughter I am bonding with who learned today NOT to touch the glue gun…

Until I inhale glitter,

Savannah Smiles


The picture is NOT one of mine, we don’t paint until Sunday…


Call It What It Is

He has more nicknames than a kid named after his father and four uncles.

He doesn’t care what you call him.

He would prefer a cute nickname so he can come back soon.

He hangs out as long as you let him.

He is like the man that spins straw into gold.

He doesn’t like one thing.

He doesn’t like his name.

He doesn’t like it when you identify who he is.

He doesn’t like when you work at making him disappear.

He is ugly.

He is selfish.

He is wicked.

He is Depression and I am calling him out.

Soon enough,

Savannah Smiles

photo credit is from “”

A Simmerman Poem

I would like to share a poem with you that I created for a creative writing class.

I won’t share the rules, as much as I like rules.

Please enjoy, can’t see how you couldn’t! 🙂

The Seduction of John Johnson

1. She is a picture of beauty,

2. a home wrecker sent from the heavens.

3. Red, plump, honey lips drip down his neck.

Leans amble bosom to quivering chest

whispering sweet promises in his ear,

as freshly spritzed perfume assaults him.

4. Candied giggles glazing better judgment.

5. Focus. Thomas Jefferson. Des Moines, Iowa:

6. Forget better judgment.

7. Bills, kids, wife: use better judgment.

8. DDG, she’s as perfect as can be.

9. Because he thought about it, he must have already done it?

10. Que sera, sera to seal away the guilt.

11. The crimson blood of desire beats in his chest.

12. His thoughts pour as clean and pure as wastewater.

13. He ripped the sun from the sky to hide their sins in darkness.

14. Johnny Johnson was thinking naughty thoughts,

15. and tomorrow they will wake in each other’s guilty arms;

16. tainted bodies and painted thoughts on memory’s wall:

17. artwork for the world to see once they see no more.

18. Amata da uno, amata da nessuno.

19. The bed sheets cry out for forgiveness.

20. And the mistress leaves no trail.

ps.  If your kids are in the room and you are searching for a picture to enhance your blog…don’t google the word mistress.  Just an FYI…

Savannah blushes

and then
Savannah Smiles


I used to think that the world was a very equal place. Everybody could do just about the same things. As I get older and wiser, I’m increasingly seeing that this isn’t the case. If you’re white you have a huge advantage over those who are black. Apparently if you murder unarmed black people it’s not a crime. It is, but that never seems to get punished. Then there’s wealth. If you’re born wealthy you can do a lot. College is clearly an option. But if you’re born into poverty it’s easy to see how you might not believe that college is an option. You’d have so many disadvantages that you’d become depressed and feel rejected by society. Meanwhile wealthy kids get into the best schools from birth, eat the best food, always have someone around to support them. I like to think things are getting better. I suppose they are, but the improvement is very slow.

This has been Charlie McCormick.


I know America is and has operated their judicial system quite different for those with wpno power. It’s not just race, it’s economics, and judgement. What I don’t understand is in so many incidents lately, it seems that “you can’t fight city hall.”

People in power, of any kind are able to use technicalities, and other tricks to use the system to work in their favor. I have learned there are people who will work harder to find ways that government, insurance, law enforcement, courts, etc. are not at fault than to find in favor of the victim.

In 2014, women still have to explain intimate details about herself, if she’s assaulted. I’m sad that there are people who don’t look at the totality of the circumstances, but think they know everything and can judge.

I have to believe that where these people get “off” somewhere there is another power in charge.

Don’t listen to her brothers, it isn’t Ebola…


Our Saturday was spent admitted to Kaiser South Sacramento 4th floor pediatrics.  Not much fun.  A child not breathing efficiently is zero fun.

Rather than share the wicked details, I want to tell you the five things that WERE fun in relation to our awful weekend:

1. MRSA.  MRSA is a bacterial infection that cannot be treated with antibiotics.  Not nice.  Not fun.  But it is also the nickname my sister gave to the teddy bear the ER Tech gave my daughter.

2. Nice.  My daughter isn’t quite two years old and has limited vocabulary.  Every time something bad happened to her she said ‘nice’.  We eventually learned that ‘nice’ implies that the person in the room SHOULD be nice, and is not.

3. Oral steroids are gross.  After throwing up the steroids all over my new couch, she saw the next dose coming later and pointed to the now-clean couch and said ‘nice’ as if to warn me what her plans were for the next dose.

4. Coming home with an inhaler attached to a air chamber is not fun.  However, letting her put princess stickers all over it was fun.  Also, busting out the glue gun and coating the wretched thing in crystals was pretty fun too.

5. Learning what wheezing sounds like.  May not sound like fun, but having a stethoscope on hand, I learned the different breath sounds, compared perfectly healthy kids in house with our sick girl.  Learning is always good, and now I know the difference in good and bad lungs; wheezing and crackles.

Again, not a fun weekend, but the light is only there if you look for it!

As soon as she gets some sleep,

Savannah Smiles

Tank Full!



Four-years old means you believe what everyone tells you. You are scared of the dark, jump in puddles and eat with your mouth open. Open fields, flying kites, riding bikes, throwing rocks and chasing ducks are all in a days work. The days of reading and writing have only begun and nights of restful sleep are far from over. As the days move faster and the minutes tick away remember to cherish them all. Life goes too quick, kids grow before your eyes. Bubble baths till wrinkles appear, fuzzy footie jammies, bedtime stories and prayer with lots of hugs and kisses. His world is changing each day and he does not even know it.