It has been quite a few days since I posted on here.
I was sick, the kids were sick, I have been playing way too much Pocket Frogs and Bees on my phone. I have been helping at the school, I have been sleeping, and I have had kids with homework. Oh, and I also just haven't had much time to be alone with myself to think about things.
This weekend, I finally, yes, I said I finally made progress on my Christmas decorating. I finished my front porch ( aka my smoking room, the sun room, the only place that is mine all mine for 80% of the time.) I posted a bunch of pictures on Facebook, and a LOT of hecklers and haters out there criticize me for decorating early. I think they are all waiting too late.
Why do I put up Christmas trees before Halloween? Again, there are plenty of reasons why I do it. And I will defend myself.
1. I LOVE CHRISTMAS!
2. I LOVE to decorate!
3. I LOVE looking at all my hard work!
4. I LOVE the sparkle and the glitter!
Those are the good reasons. I do not understand why people will decorate the weekend after Thanksgiving, spend tons of money and time to make their house look like a showplace, and then rip it all down 5 weeks later. How do they have time to ENJOY it all?? They rush rush rush to get it done then the whole season is upon them, parties, playdates, plans, vacations... when do they have time to sit and ENJOY just looking at their work, and reflect on the meaning of it all?? I on the other hand, spend hours and hours planning what I will do, then more hours and hours executing those plans. I feel GREAT when I have it done, and I can sit by myself or with my family and just thrive in the MAGIC of it all.
I do understand that there are MANY people who couldn't care less for decorating, or who cannot decorate, or who just see it as a chore. Well... can I ask a favor? Don't try to bring ME down because YOU don't feel the way I do about it all. I am sorry your excitement of the holidays has been sullied. I am sorry you do not see the magic and beauty that I do in fairy lights and sparkly ornaments. I Understand people who have cats or ferrets may not want to decorate, since the furbabies do LOVE sparkly things and are very curious about them all. I Get that. (We once had a cat who destroyed a tree within minutes of it going up. I was disappointed, but took the tree right down.) I also understand those that do not celebrate Christmas. I respect your beliefs. I embrace your rights to your religious holidays. I am HAPPY that you have faith in something more! But please, respect me, and my beliefs and my 'insane' early decorating. I just want the feelings of Christmas to last as long as possible. :-)
For me the build up to the big day is the most important. Once Christmas is past, I begin to tear everything down immediately. I do not normally wait until New Years. The very next day is the packing day. One year, I even packed it all up Christmas night...
You may ask, if I love it so much, why do I not leave my stuff up and out all year? Easy answer to that!!! If it was up all year, it would not be special anymore. It gives me something to look forward to! It builds the excitement and helps me get through some tough times! Antici---------PATION!!!! Wonderful for the psyche!!!
Now those are some of the reasons, but there are other, darker, reasons that cause me to skip over "holidays" and move on to my favorite.
I will quickly surmise. My younger son is a twin. His Twin died the day that they were delivered. October 29. So Really?? I need to relive this every year?? No, I do not. It really ruined the holiday for me. So I skip it. It does help that Younger son is deathly, phobically, afraid of scary stuff, and so it is really no skin off my nose to pass on decorating for Halloween. I also have issues with celebrating a holiday based on DEATH, when my own loss still cuts thru my very soul every single time I think of it.
As for Thanksgiving. Well, I truly do not see why people must set aside ONE day in the year to be thankful. I am thankful every day. We eat turkey whenever we want to, we eat ham whenever we want to. Why must we try to have a day where the ENTIRE purpose is to show off someone's culinary skills, eat until we are sick, usually sitting with people we can't stand or do not have anything to say to. Can you not have a dinner party anytime you want to? And then you only have to be around the people you actually like! I have seen hundreds of movies with Thanksgiving dinners, and sure it LOOKS like an ideal moment in the year. But it brings together people who do not want to be brought together. Inevitably, someone gets drunk, or says something insensitive, or brings up bad things from the past... I know that I don't really care for this at all. I do respect those who do celebrate, and I wish them luck, and want their recipes, but for me, I would rather have a stress free day, with people I love and care for, ANY time of the year. OK... so maybe I am also a bit jealous of those "IDEAL" movie scenes... :-) {See I am a big girl, I can admit to myself what is really going on!!! One point for Psyche recognition... and motivation... :-) }I cannot truly remember having a PERFECT Thanksgiving... and so we quit trying, and honestly, I am happier this way!!! Mostly because my group of people who would come to a Thanksgiving dinner is small. Me, my Husband, my Older son, my Younger son, my Mom and my Dad. I do not have much contact with any extended family. They seem to have written me out of their lives. One of my siblings lives far away, the other does not care for me. But my group of people get together all the time, and we are always happy when we do!
Ok... this post is getting too long... and I need to look at my psyche for a bit more... I feel there are some issues I haven't dealt with yet that need some attention regarding holidays...
All my love!!!
Monday, October 24, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Yeah, not such a great day....
Today was an epic fail on so many levels, it is hard to even write anything at all tonight.
Started out with me going to sleep about 1 am, and then not actually falling into deep sleep until almost 3 or so.
Turned out my Younger son (11 years old), had a headache, and couldn't sleep himself. After a few rounds of hugs, kisses and reassurances, he finally went back to his bed, Husband went and slept in there with him. I was keeping Husband up with my aggravating annoying coughing, and I do not blame him one bit for going to sleep elsewhere. This is one of those things that early in our marriage, I would have taken personally and as rejection, but learned to take it for what it is. We are both tired. He has to go to work early in the morning. He cannot sleep if I am hacking away, and tossing and turning. Common sense lets him go find a place he can sleep in peace. I am ok with this. Partly because MY tossing and turning was causing HIM to toss and turn, and that made it near impossible for either of us to sleep... and it is ok, because he was able to actually comfort our Younger, so he could sleep well, too.
So.... I needed to be up on time today (4:45 am) so that I could take a bath and get ready for my volunteering at school. I asked Husband to turn the light on and make sure I was up before he left for work. He did. I did. And then.... Ok... *****here is a TMI warning***** I couldn't leave the bathroom. I have been on two rounds of antibiotics, and since there is no way to put this delicately, I have the runs. Ok... I said it... ugh!!! Sorry... 3 days of this has taken its toll and my bottom is on fire. : - ( Add that to the inevitable bread baking down there, I am just NOT comfortable at all. So I never got into the shower before I had to get the kids up and ready.
Then I get the boys up, and Younger has a headache. Older says he only got 5 minutes of sleep. (That is nothing new, though) So we go thru our normal morning routine, washing hair, brushing teeth, getting dressed, etc... and Younger still had a headache. I gave him a tylenol, and fed him, and we left to go to school. As we sat waiting for Younger's school to open, he said his headache was not getting better, so I gave him an advil. I debated just keeping him home, but second guessed myself. He thought he was fine, and went to school.
I came home, and fully intended to shower to get ready to be back at the school for 9 am, and guess what happened? I felt so uncomfortable, I went back to bed. Husband came home for lunch at 10 and about 10:15 the phone rang, and it was the school. Fletcher was feeling so badly. I picked him up, and got in touch with the doctor who said to be there at 1, and they would squeeze us in. at 2, we left the doctor's office and went to pick up Older, then back to the doctor. Finally we get seen, he tested "very positive" for strep. The doctor checks both of their throats, and says Older will most likely be sick tomorrow, so we will see her again tomorrow... LOL... Really??? Just write the script now, and save us from all the waiting again... LOL... but it is ok.
So I didn't get to go to the Family Focus thing at school, didn't get to help out the book fair, and spent the afternoon with a ton of sick kids at the doctor's office. My boys seem to be just fine except for the headache. We came home and guess what I did? Ate the supper my Husband cooked (delish, by the way!) and then went back to bed.
I could make a thousand excuses for hibernating like I did today, I know it is justifiable, but I am still disappointed in myself. One of my ongoing goals is to stay awake more hours than I sleep in a 24 hour period. And today, I didn't meet that goal. I wasn't there for my boys for the hours that I slept, I wasn't there for the school, I wasn't there for me. I am dealing with the guilt of it.
I will keep trying, though. I will not give up! I will do my best every day to stay on track, and work on my journey as I can!!!!!
Started out with me going to sleep about 1 am, and then not actually falling into deep sleep until almost 3 or so.
Turned out my Younger son (11 years old), had a headache, and couldn't sleep himself. After a few rounds of hugs, kisses and reassurances, he finally went back to his bed, Husband went and slept in there with him. I was keeping Husband up with my aggravating annoying coughing, and I do not blame him one bit for going to sleep elsewhere. This is one of those things that early in our marriage, I would have taken personally and as rejection, but learned to take it for what it is. We are both tired. He has to go to work early in the morning. He cannot sleep if I am hacking away, and tossing and turning. Common sense lets him go find a place he can sleep in peace. I am ok with this. Partly because MY tossing and turning was causing HIM to toss and turn, and that made it near impossible for either of us to sleep... and it is ok, because he was able to actually comfort our Younger, so he could sleep well, too.
So.... I needed to be up on time today (4:45 am) so that I could take a bath and get ready for my volunteering at school. I asked Husband to turn the light on and make sure I was up before he left for work. He did. I did. And then.... Ok... *****here is a TMI warning***** I couldn't leave the bathroom. I have been on two rounds of antibiotics, and since there is no way to put this delicately, I have the runs. Ok... I said it... ugh!!! Sorry... 3 days of this has taken its toll and my bottom is on fire. : - ( Add that to the inevitable bread baking down there, I am just NOT comfortable at all. So I never got into the shower before I had to get the kids up and ready.
Then I get the boys up, and Younger has a headache. Older says he only got 5 minutes of sleep. (That is nothing new, though) So we go thru our normal morning routine, washing hair, brushing teeth, getting dressed, etc... and Younger still had a headache. I gave him a tylenol, and fed him, and we left to go to school. As we sat waiting for Younger's school to open, he said his headache was not getting better, so I gave him an advil. I debated just keeping him home, but second guessed myself. He thought he was fine, and went to school.
I came home, and fully intended to shower to get ready to be back at the school for 9 am, and guess what happened? I felt so uncomfortable, I went back to bed. Husband came home for lunch at 10 and about 10:15 the phone rang, and it was the school. Fletcher was feeling so badly. I picked him up, and got in touch with the doctor who said to be there at 1, and they would squeeze us in. at 2, we left the doctor's office and went to pick up Older, then back to the doctor. Finally we get seen, he tested "very positive" for strep. The doctor checks both of their throats, and says Older will most likely be sick tomorrow, so we will see her again tomorrow... LOL... Really??? Just write the script now, and save us from all the waiting again... LOL... but it is ok.
So I didn't get to go to the Family Focus thing at school, didn't get to help out the book fair, and spent the afternoon with a ton of sick kids at the doctor's office. My boys seem to be just fine except for the headache. We came home and guess what I did? Ate the supper my Husband cooked (delish, by the way!) and then went back to bed.
I could make a thousand excuses for hibernating like I did today, I know it is justifiable, but I am still disappointed in myself. One of my ongoing goals is to stay awake more hours than I sleep in a 24 hour period. And today, I didn't meet that goal. I wasn't there for my boys for the hours that I slept, I wasn't there for the school, I wasn't there for me. I am dealing with the guilt of it.
I will keep trying, though. I will not give up! I will do my best every day to stay on track, and work on my journey as I can!!!!!
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Goals...
Goals... I am starting out with small do-able goals. Baby Steps. One, two, three... easy-peasy.
My goal for yesterday was met. I cleaned off a cabinet type thing that was cluttered with papers, pencils, cds, books, receipts, all kinds of things. I made it look neat. I felt a sense of accomplishment. It made me feel better. Just one little 2 square foot of space that now looks pretty again. That was the physical goal. The mental goal was to clean the same sized area of my psyche. It was easier than I thought it would be to be positive when I showed it off. I found myself almost say " I have felt horrible today, and I didn't get a thing done." OMG how damaging is that to my self??? Instead, in mid-sentence I said, aloud, to my husband, "Look what I did today! I cleared this off!" One point for getting rid of self-negativity, and another for making myself see what I was doing as I was doing it. No one would have noticed what I had accomplished, it would have felt like the same poor pitiful me, good for nothing, loser, time-waster, never get anything done, lazy, blah, blah, blah.... But I made a conscious decision NOT to be that person at that moment!!! Baby Steps. Seems almost too easy, but it made a huge difference.
I am getting back to being me again. How did you do today?
My goal for today has been met, also. I faced a fear. I actually went INTO the attic and organized a few bins up there, and then vacuumed the mess the roofers left last year. The fear part? Spiders, bugs, the freaky badly lit attic. I conquered it today!!!! I was having small panic attacks the whole time, but I did it! Now I have a clean open space to put some bins of things I am not ready to let go of into. OH! AND I met another goal for today of baby step de-cluttering. I had some very old computer towers that had been torn apart that I was keeping to make magnet boards out of stored up in the attic. They are all now sitting by the trash can. They are not exactly what I need for my project, and I am not going to settle for less than what I want. Yeay me! Another positive thing I found out about myself!
The mom part of me also had a goal met today! I actually had my older son help me to move things! I made him feel useful, important, and needed. Without yelling, cussing, screaming, cajoling, begging, pleading. I simply said to him " I need your help today with moving some fairly light bins. The job will go easier if we work together." And he didn't roll his eyes, flounce, sigh or anything! He just helped! Oh I hope I can keep that part of it all up!!!! I do not know what I would have done if he had rolled his eyes or given me attitude. I am just so thankful that it went smoothly!!!
Well, the rest of the day wasn't so smooth, but we are getting through it! My younger son was 100% attitude, unhelpful, etc... but we shoved through it, and around the 'tude. I am looking back to see what I could have done differently, or if I could have said things differently, and of course, I could have. It is ok, though. I did my best!
So THIS is why he had the attitude..... (pictures)
This is the area we call the Loft. It is the boys' playroom. It is also called the Disaster Area. Or it was... as with most things, when one thing changes, so do others. I am working on cleaning up my psyche, and part of that is starting to like the house we live in. As it is I hate it. Yes, hate is a very strong word, and yes, I feel that strongly about this house. I cannot stand it. So, I am making myself like it a bit better. We are going to be moving some rooms around. I am trying to find my place inside this house, as well as in this family, and in my self. When we first moved in, I had a room that I used as my office. It had a door that could be closed. But circumstances forced me to put the boys beds into that room, and I lost my place. I still had an area, but it was very open, in a high traffic area, and overall very uncomfortable for me. So now my husband has a space, the boys have 2 spaces, and I am in the front room. The plan is to move my husband's office/music room and my office both into the Loft. The boys' toys and video games will be relocated to the "Dungeon", aka my husband's current space. We will see how that works out. No plans for moving all that around until the first of the month or so.
With that said.... I DID get somethings accomplished in the Loft today. I am VERY excited about what has been done, since I can look at it, and say "I did something today!" Here are the after shots:
The PILE is EVERYTHING that was NOT in its correct place. I will work on that tomorrow night. My way to clean their mess is to make a huge pile. Surround myself with bins, sit on my butt, and go through the pile piece by piece. Legos in one bin, Transformers in one bin, Pokemon in another, Bakugan in another, and so on. Then once everything is once again in its proper bin, a lid goes on the bin and all but two go into the attic. The two that are left out are available to be played with. When the kids get bored with those, we are supposed to put them away, and pull out a new bin. As you may have guessed, we got away from that system. The attic door is right there in the loft, and the kids just go in and out, getting all they want. Yet another reason to move them downstairs... (heh heh heh) It really does work very well when it is kept up, and that is part of what I am working on with myself, too... consistency.
Well, it is that time again... I have to get the Younger to do his math homework. Please God give me Strength! I can do this without ripping his head off. I can do this without ripping his head off. I can do this!!!!!!
LOVE ya!!
My goal for yesterday was met. I cleaned off a cabinet type thing that was cluttered with papers, pencils, cds, books, receipts, all kinds of things. I made it look neat. I felt a sense of accomplishment. It made me feel better. Just one little 2 square foot of space that now looks pretty again. That was the physical goal. The mental goal was to clean the same sized area of my psyche. It was easier than I thought it would be to be positive when I showed it off. I found myself almost say " I have felt horrible today, and I didn't get a thing done." OMG how damaging is that to my self??? Instead, in mid-sentence I said, aloud, to my husband, "Look what I did today! I cleared this off!" One point for getting rid of self-negativity, and another for making myself see what I was doing as I was doing it. No one would have noticed what I had accomplished, it would have felt like the same poor pitiful me, good for nothing, loser, time-waster, never get anything done, lazy, blah, blah, blah.... But I made a conscious decision NOT to be that person at that moment!!! Baby Steps. Seems almost too easy, but it made a huge difference.
I am getting back to being me again. How did you do today?
My goal for today has been met, also. I faced a fear. I actually went INTO the attic and organized a few bins up there, and then vacuumed the mess the roofers left last year. The fear part? Spiders, bugs, the freaky badly lit attic. I conquered it today!!!! I was having small panic attacks the whole time, but I did it! Now I have a clean open space to put some bins of things I am not ready to let go of into. OH! AND I met another goal for today of baby step de-cluttering. I had some very old computer towers that had been torn apart that I was keeping to make magnet boards out of stored up in the attic. They are all now sitting by the trash can. They are not exactly what I need for my project, and I am not going to settle for less than what I want. Yeay me! Another positive thing I found out about myself!
The mom part of me also had a goal met today! I actually had my older son help me to move things! I made him feel useful, important, and needed. Without yelling, cussing, screaming, cajoling, begging, pleading. I simply said to him " I need your help today with moving some fairly light bins. The job will go easier if we work together." And he didn't roll his eyes, flounce, sigh or anything! He just helped! Oh I hope I can keep that part of it all up!!!! I do not know what I would have done if he had rolled his eyes or given me attitude. I am just so thankful that it went smoothly!!!
Well, the rest of the day wasn't so smooth, but we are getting through it! My younger son was 100% attitude, unhelpful, etc... but we shoved through it, and around the 'tude. I am looking back to see what I could have done differently, or if I could have said things differently, and of course, I could have. It is ok, though. I did my best!
So THIS is why he had the attitude..... (pictures)
This is the area we call the Loft. It is the boys' playroom. It is also called the Disaster Area. Or it was... as with most things, when one thing changes, so do others. I am working on cleaning up my psyche, and part of that is starting to like the house we live in. As it is I hate it. Yes, hate is a very strong word, and yes, I feel that strongly about this house. I cannot stand it. So, I am making myself like it a bit better. We are going to be moving some rooms around. I am trying to find my place inside this house, as well as in this family, and in my self. When we first moved in, I had a room that I used as my office. It had a door that could be closed. But circumstances forced me to put the boys beds into that room, and I lost my place. I still had an area, but it was very open, in a high traffic area, and overall very uncomfortable for me. So now my husband has a space, the boys have 2 spaces, and I am in the front room. The plan is to move my husband's office/music room and my office both into the Loft. The boys' toys and video games will be relocated to the "Dungeon", aka my husband's current space. We will see how that works out. No plans for moving all that around until the first of the month or so.
With that said.... I DID get somethings accomplished in the Loft today. I am VERY excited about what has been done, since I can look at it, and say "I did something today!" Here are the after shots:
The PILE is EVERYTHING that was NOT in its correct place. I will work on that tomorrow night. My way to clean their mess is to make a huge pile. Surround myself with bins, sit on my butt, and go through the pile piece by piece. Legos in one bin, Transformers in one bin, Pokemon in another, Bakugan in another, and so on. Then once everything is once again in its proper bin, a lid goes on the bin and all but two go into the attic. The two that are left out are available to be played with. When the kids get bored with those, we are supposed to put them away, and pull out a new bin. As you may have guessed, we got away from that system. The attic door is right there in the loft, and the kids just go in and out, getting all they want. Yet another reason to move them downstairs... (heh heh heh) It really does work very well when it is kept up, and that is part of what I am working on with myself, too... consistency.
Well, it is that time again... I have to get the Younger to do his math homework. Please God give me Strength! I can do this without ripping his head off. I can do this without ripping his head off. I can do this!!!!!!
LOVE ya!!
And then...
Episode 1.5.
I made it back. That is great, right? Starting something new, making it a habit, trying to actually stick something out. Yep.
So the journey has begun.
Right now, on this day, I am depressed. I admit it, I own it, I embrace it. I do not seek attention, just some kind of validation for what I am feeling lately. I messaged a friend on Facebook about it, and I do admit, that getting it out on to some kind of media does help quite a bit. It truly helps to know that we are not alone on our journey though this life. It helps to know that your issues are not so insanely unique to you. It helps.
Through my journey, I am and have been, over-examining motivations of people. Best to start with what I know. What is my motivation for sharing this publicly, when I could just as easily have created a journal with a password, so that no one else could read it, keeping my personal thoughts to myself? Well, where is the fun in that? I only hope that somewhere, some person who can relate, will. That you or someone like you will be able to say, "Yeah, I get it." Maybe someone will be helped, or will help me. You never know. Maybe someone will find me funny. Have a great laugh. Maybe they need it. Maybe you need it. I know I need it. Also, I think a journey is more enjoyable with people to share it. Through most of this, I know I will be on my own. Trying new things, re-trying old things. Seeking a connection. But it is good to share. Get some perspective. See things through the eyes of others. You know, right?
So far, I have really said nothing, but then, too much both at the same time. Time for some background, introduction, or some reasonable facsimile of either.
I am Catherine. I am mom to two special needs kids. I am wife to a man who works. I am a daughter to elderly parents, one of whom has some kind of "old timers" stuff going on. I am a friend to a great variety of people. I am a college graduate with my B.S. degree in Psychology (yes, let the heckling begin, and the puns...) I live in Southeastern Tennessee. I am the baby of three siblings. I am unemployed. I am a volunteer to my children's schools. I have two children in heaven. I am not a pet owner anymore. I am a bleeding heart liberal. I am a Christian (well, sort of... I am a recovering Catholic. If you get the joke, then you are a step ahead already!) I am trying to find my place in this lovely world.
So right off the bat, you can tell I have a very easy life. Never a moment of trouble. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am also 42. I graduated in 1987--- right when the world went to shit. Or became extremely technologically advanced. Your opinion depends on who you voted for back then. I voted for Reagan, Dukakis, Perot, Clinton, Clinton, Clinton, and Obama. (I think I missed something in there, didn't I put in a vote for Gore somewhere? Or was it that other liberal guy? What is his name... you know... the one who was all about the environment?... Yeah, Him.) Ok, so that is about the extent of my political involvement. Don't expect anything else. I am more concerned with what happens in my little tiny world than the bigger picture. Yes, the big stuff affects me, but not as immediately as, say, my kids homework issues, or what we will eat for supper, or what I will plant on my Farmville today, or whether or not I will actually be awake for more hours than I sleep in a day. Gotta set some priorities, right?
Speaking of priorities... my iPhone is croaking at me, which means that I have some frogs maturing, and since I am now totally distracted and leaning toward a nonsensical ramble, I will sign off for now.
Can't wait to see where we go tomorrow...
I made it back. That is great, right? Starting something new, making it a habit, trying to actually stick something out. Yep.
So the journey has begun.
Right now, on this day, I am depressed. I admit it, I own it, I embrace it. I do not seek attention, just some kind of validation for what I am feeling lately. I messaged a friend on Facebook about it, and I do admit, that getting it out on to some kind of media does help quite a bit. It truly helps to know that we are not alone on our journey though this life. It helps to know that your issues are not so insanely unique to you. It helps.
Through my journey, I am and have been, over-examining motivations of people. Best to start with what I know. What is my motivation for sharing this publicly, when I could just as easily have created a journal with a password, so that no one else could read it, keeping my personal thoughts to myself? Well, where is the fun in that? I only hope that somewhere, some person who can relate, will. That you or someone like you will be able to say, "Yeah, I get it." Maybe someone will be helped, or will help me. You never know. Maybe someone will find me funny. Have a great laugh. Maybe they need it. Maybe you need it. I know I need it. Also, I think a journey is more enjoyable with people to share it. Through most of this, I know I will be on my own. Trying new things, re-trying old things. Seeking a connection. But it is good to share. Get some perspective. See things through the eyes of others. You know, right?
So far, I have really said nothing, but then, too much both at the same time. Time for some background, introduction, or some reasonable facsimile of either.
I am Catherine. I am mom to two special needs kids. I am wife to a man who works. I am a daughter to elderly parents, one of whom has some kind of "old timers" stuff going on. I am a friend to a great variety of people. I am a college graduate with my B.S. degree in Psychology (yes, let the heckling begin, and the puns...) I live in Southeastern Tennessee. I am the baby of three siblings. I am unemployed. I am a volunteer to my children's schools. I have two children in heaven. I am not a pet owner anymore. I am a bleeding heart liberal. I am a Christian (well, sort of... I am a recovering Catholic. If you get the joke, then you are a step ahead already!) I am trying to find my place in this lovely world.
So right off the bat, you can tell I have a very easy life. Never a moment of trouble. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am also 42. I graduated in 1987--- right when the world went to shit. Or became extremely technologically advanced. Your opinion depends on who you voted for back then. I voted for Reagan, Dukakis, Perot, Clinton, Clinton, Clinton, and Obama. (I think I missed something in there, didn't I put in a vote for Gore somewhere? Or was it that other liberal guy? What is his name... you know... the one who was all about the environment?... Yeah, Him.) Ok, so that is about the extent of my political involvement. Don't expect anything else. I am more concerned with what happens in my little tiny world than the bigger picture. Yes, the big stuff affects me, but not as immediately as, say, my kids homework issues, or what we will eat for supper, or what I will plant on my Farmville today, or whether or not I will actually be awake for more hours than I sleep in a day. Gotta set some priorities, right?
Speaking of priorities... my iPhone is croaking at me, which means that I have some frogs maturing, and since I am now totally distracted and leaning toward a nonsensical ramble, I will sign off for now.
Can't wait to see where we go tomorrow...
Saturday, October 15, 2011
In the beginning...
Episode 1.
In the beginning there was a woman who was so depressed she wanted to give up on life, love, and other pursuits known to man. But she didn't. She stuck around, toughed it out, and went on to have so many grand adventures in her life, that she felt the need to share them.
So here we are. One of my favorite movies of all time is "Elizabethtown". This movie has spoken to me on about twenty different levels. The huge, epic fail. Picking up the pieces. Self realization. Self Actualization. The Big Romance. Parenting. The list goes on. But my opinion of the overall theme is embedded deeply into my gray matter.
WE ARE INTREPID. WE CARRY ON.
We are. We do. And so we may do it together.
At this point, I am in the middle of my day, and needed to put some words down, just to get them out of my head. I needed to get this introduction completed so that other thoughts and ideas can creep around and claim my attention. So I will be back later. Thanks for joining me on my journey.
In the beginning there was a woman who was so depressed she wanted to give up on life, love, and other pursuits known to man. But she didn't. She stuck around, toughed it out, and went on to have so many grand adventures in her life, that she felt the need to share them.
So here we are. One of my favorite movies of all time is "Elizabethtown". This movie has spoken to me on about twenty different levels. The huge, epic fail. Picking up the pieces. Self realization. Self Actualization. The Big Romance. Parenting. The list goes on. But my opinion of the overall theme is embedded deeply into my gray matter.
WE ARE INTREPID. WE CARRY ON.
We are. We do. And so we may do it together.
At this point, I am in the middle of my day, and needed to put some words down, just to get them out of my head. I needed to get this introduction completed so that other thoughts and ideas can creep around and claim my attention. So I will be back later. Thanks for joining me on my journey.
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