The results are in: weekends are the best. For instance yesterday was spent at the mall in the morning shopping for new summer clothes. Saturday afternoon involved a pizza party and grocery shopping. Last night's entertainment was a movie with the kiddos.
Sunday was spent holding down the sofa with the husband and preventing it's untimely floating away. The kids did the same for our bed. There was lots of television, movies, internet surfing, a short trip to the grocery store for a quick dinner and ultimately more television. I haven't seen this much TV or movies ever.
I love it.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ducklings
My son, he's 10 years old. He loves football, golf, video games, math class, annoying his sisters and making me laugh. He came into the living room tonight singing "Soul Man". Like the Blues Brothers. I'm contemplating purchasing him a suit, hat and sunglasses. He sings, he dances, he tells jokes. He's the inventor of the "Chopsticks Dance". You would have to see it to truly appreciate it but it involves the song Chopsticks and a sideways kick/dance. I laugh as I sit here and type. He's destined to be the President of the United States or an Oscar-winner. I keep thinking he needs a talent agent and his own 30-minute sitcom. Or a one-man show. He would totally kill, I know it.
My oldest girl is 13. She loves her friends, her family, her cell phone, her Facebook account, boys, clothes and coffee ice cream. She's definitely a teenager. She has the same weird and twisted sense of humor I have and I love spending time with her; she's so much fun. She's struggled with life and the tribulations of growing older and I learned this past week that she's not doing as bad as I thought. She's recently found a voice. Now all I have to do is encourage a positive use for it. I think she'll survive the teenage years if she continues on this path - although heaven knows I may not.
The youngest is 7 years old now. I saw a baby picture of her round belly a couple weeks ago and got nostalgic. She's a skinny-mini now with a tiny butt. She loves to wear her hair short, has a collection of lip glosses that would rival Jay Leno's car collection, owns a staggering amount of red or pink shaded clothes, insists on repeating everything her brother says, does or sings (even if he's just making it up), and she insisted on beginning her trip into this world before the doctor was in the room and forced the doctor to lunge to catch her. She's my constant companion. She never stops talking and she's always within arms reach because she thinks you're where the action is unless you actually need her then you can't find her. Several years ago she told her aunt she doesn't like to pray because she doesn't like to talk to strangers! She's over that now, but I still think of that from time to time. It helps me feel life she hasn't grown up so much.
The oldest is 17; 18 in December. He'll graduate high school in 2011 and I just aged a few years typing that. He lives with his mom in Texas, but he's always on our minds and hearts here with us each day. Even when he's not here he's part of us. He is also the funny one. Last summer one of our other son's football practices was rained out and he thought he would help him by showing him some tips in the living room. It turned into him wearing parts of the football gear and running around making us laugh for two hours. My side still hurts when I think about it. Thank goodness for rainy nights! Every year his thoughts of what he wants to go to college for changes. But we're just grateful he wants to go to college.
Add our two dogs into the mix and we have a lively household! Never a dull moment here and quite frankly I wouldn't have it any other way.
My oldest girl is 13. She loves her friends, her family, her cell phone, her Facebook account, boys, clothes and coffee ice cream. She's definitely a teenager. She has the same weird and twisted sense of humor I have and I love spending time with her; she's so much fun. She's struggled with life and the tribulations of growing older and I learned this past week that she's not doing as bad as I thought. She's recently found a voice. Now all I have to do is encourage a positive use for it. I think she'll survive the teenage years if she continues on this path - although heaven knows I may not.
The youngest is 7 years old now. I saw a baby picture of her round belly a couple weeks ago and got nostalgic. She's a skinny-mini now with a tiny butt. She loves to wear her hair short, has a collection of lip glosses that would rival Jay Leno's car collection, owns a staggering amount of red or pink shaded clothes, insists on repeating everything her brother says, does or sings (even if he's just making it up), and she insisted on beginning her trip into this world before the doctor was in the room and forced the doctor to lunge to catch her. She's my constant companion. She never stops talking and she's always within arms reach because she thinks you're where the action is unless you actually need her then you can't find her. Several years ago she told her aunt she doesn't like to pray because she doesn't like to talk to strangers! She's over that now, but I still think of that from time to time. It helps me feel life she hasn't grown up so much.
The oldest is 17; 18 in December. He'll graduate high school in 2011 and I just aged a few years typing that. He lives with his mom in Texas, but he's always on our minds and hearts here with us each day. Even when he's not here he's part of us. He is also the funny one. Last summer one of our other son's football practices was rained out and he thought he would help him by showing him some tips in the living room. It turned into him wearing parts of the football gear and running around making us laugh for two hours. My side still hurts when I think about it. Thank goodness for rainy nights! Every year his thoughts of what he wants to go to college for changes. But we're just grateful he wants to go to college.
Add our two dogs into the mix and we have a lively household! Never a dull moment here and quite frankly I wouldn't have it any other way.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Why so glum?
I woke up this morning with a smile. What a great life! Sure there are bumps in the road. But I have a roof over my head (securely), food on the table (obviously I'm not starving), gas in my car and (SOME) money in the bank. I hopped onto my laptop, checked my me-mail, balanced the checkbook (still happy!) and cruised on over to Facebook. My daughter was awake and on...yay! We chatted, I scolded for some missing homework, I gloated over going to the Gem Show all weekend and perused the internet for a while.
So why am I annoyed now? I'll tell you why, because this morning I also dealt with the very real decision of terminating a relationship. It was young, new and fresh....but I was naive and stupid and trusting. So when I finally clicked on that little "x" to terminate the link I felt a small pang of heartbreak. I trusted openly not just one, but two people...one of whom I still have to maintain a sort of relationship with five days a week. Now what? How do I look her in the eye and not want to scream and say "REALLY?! You couldn't just leave it alone?!" How do I go on?
I'll tell you how, by taking the high road. Oh yeah, I'm channeling my dad now. I know, I know...I'm better than she is so I should act more grown up than she does. I should suck it up, make the best of it and know that I was chosen not because I'm the lesser of two evils but because I'm worth it. Doesn't it feel good to know I'm god enough, smart enough and dog-goneit people like me? Yep, sure does.
So why am I annoyed now? I'll tell you why, because this morning I also dealt with the very real decision of terminating a relationship. It was young, new and fresh....but I was naive and stupid and trusting. So when I finally clicked on that little "x" to terminate the link I felt a small pang of heartbreak. I trusted openly not just one, but two people...one of whom I still have to maintain a sort of relationship with five days a week. Now what? How do I look her in the eye and not want to scream and say "REALLY?! You couldn't just leave it alone?!" How do I go on?
I'll tell you how, by taking the high road. Oh yeah, I'm channeling my dad now. I know, I know...I'm better than she is so I should act more grown up than she does. I should suck it up, make the best of it and know that I was chosen not because I'm the lesser of two evils but because I'm worth it. Doesn't it feel good to know I'm god enough, smart enough and dog-goneit people like me? Yep, sure does.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
(01/19/2010)
To maintain composure
To obtain composure
Seek and find the right
Seek and know the way.
Innocent of nothing
Blamed for all which is good
Hand and feet the same as mine
Hearts are equal and loving.
Worn and weary
Tired and anxious
Exhilirated and cautious
Seeking, seeking, searching.
The teacher is a student
A guide to find the lost
Water, fish, sheep, hearts
Brought home to peace.
To obtain composure
Seek and find the right
Seek and know the way.
Innocent of nothing
Blamed for all which is good
Hand and feet the same as mine
Hearts are equal and loving.
Worn and weary
Tired and anxious
Exhilirated and cautious
Seeking, seeking, searching.
The teacher is a student
A guide to find the lost
Water, fish, sheep, hearts
Brought home to peace.
Day One, Part Two
Today was particularly rough. I'm two months into my new job and had to make a hard choice. I sent two kiddos off to school a little under the weather instead of staying home with them to get them better. The weather is yucky and a sick day wouldn't have harmed them educationally. THey should have stayed home, but we didn't. So I went off to work and the weather caused slow moving traffic. So much so that I was almost 15 minutes late to work! That part is hard enough considering it's been years since I had to be to work by a specified time, much less by 8 AM. But it's the life I chose and I don't regret it. But today the boss pointed it out, made a cordial and not very judgmental comment, and didn't bring it up again. But it was the wrong day. Today it would have been ideal if he had just looked the other way. My heart was breaking. I sent my babies to school with fingers crossed that I wouldn't get the "Your kid is sick, come pick it up please" call from the nurse. I took a chance. *sigh*
No phone call from the school. They lasted the entire day, came home wired up and full of pep and energy, and wore me out right until they went to bed. I'm guessing there will be a middle of the night event like last night and there will be coughing, crying, and sore throats - again. Fun......
Strangely, I've spent a lot of my time lately in the best mood. The peace, the sanity, the warmth and kindness I've experienced since making this change in jobs has been extraordinary. But today? Today I cried. And not tears of joy. Silly I know, but I did.
I hope tomorrow's better or else I'll have to consider sleeping in until March.
No phone call from the school. They lasted the entire day, came home wired up and full of pep and energy, and wore me out right until they went to bed. I'm guessing there will be a middle of the night event like last night and there will be coughing, crying, and sore throats - again. Fun......
Strangely, I've spent a lot of my time lately in the best mood. The peace, the sanity, the warmth and kindness I've experienced since making this change in jobs has been extraordinary. But today? Today I cried. And not tears of joy. Silly I know, but I did.
I hope tomorrow's better or else I'll have to consider sleeping in until March.
Day One
I've tried this before. I started writing it down each day, but of course life ran away from me and it stopped happening. Lately I've been more encouraged to write it all down and although I still have old every day collections of thoughts and events, this is my "new leaf". From here I'll gather my thoughts daily. Please try and stay awake.
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