Sunday, May 24, 2009
I have always loved to write....I'm a sucker for a clean piece of paper and pencil, pen or anything that will leave a mark! I have several only partially-filled notebooks and journals throughout the house.
So....the other day my husband finds a newly packaged leather-bound journal in my little basket that I keep all of my "piddle" things in. He holds it up and says, "What's this for?" I sheepishly make something up, like, "Oh, I saw it and thought it would make a great gift for somebody next time I need to give one." He and I both know I'm not being truthful. We both know that there will be a day when he won't be able to root me out of my reverie, as I sit and write -- on the couch, in the living room, outside while at the patio table. Then, after the notebook is filled (or maybe before), I will be distracted by a fit of knitting or cross-stitching, or maybe be on a kick to get after organizing photos or something else. This is the way life is with me!
The thing is, as I sit and think today, I can't think of what to write about! Do I write about the things that make me crazy? PMS? All of my continuous efforts at trying to lose the same 40 to 50 pounds that somehow keep finding the way back to my hips, thighs and....other places? Should I write about how wonderful it is to have my college daughter back home again, junk and all -- how she makes me laugh and feel a gladness in my heart that I have GREATLY missed? Should I write about the heart-aching frustrations of trying to get my oldest son to communicate better with my husband (his father) and vice versa -- and my concern about his growing up and taking responsibility for the things of life that I know are just around the corner?
How about my dad's family? My parents and siblings have all expressed the desire to see me bring the stories of my father's growing up in a small town in Mississippi to life on paper. He is the oldest of what used to be nine children -- now seven, living. Sometimes I think I should spend some time interviewing each of them and hearing how they felt during all of those years -- some lean and some filled with plenty. And then there's my 92-year-old darling grandmother who is one of the sweetest women of my life. She is the one who loved on me as a child when I didn't feel lovable.....when I felt like "the fat one." She is the one who made me believe I was worth loving -- more than anyone else on the planet! Perhaps I should write about her!
The thing is, writing is something I love to do, and I realize more and more that it is definitely something I should make time for. It fills me with a sense of worth -- much like my grandmother's love always has and still does! It gives me indescribable relief to pen words that describe my struggles, my loves, my hurts.
So I guess even if I don't know what to write about, I should just DO IT. That's the plan. That's the thing I've been needing to decide. Of course, in a week or so, I might pick up the knitting basket again.....but the notebook will always be there in my "piddle" basket...with plenty of empty pages waiting to be filled.
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Today I'm about up to my ears with STUFF. I have a job that took me forever to finish (and in case you guys don't know what I do, I basically clean up transcripts for court reporters), and I sat here on my butt for about 4 hours this morning doing NOTHING but try and look over and get that job up to snuff before sending it back to the reporter. Then I forced myself to do some step aerobics on the Wii Fit and just watched some TV while I did it, used some one-pound dumbells to add to it, etc. I had a good sweat going, and finished it off with the hula-hoop excersize that they have on the Wii. This is good. You'd think I would feel refreshed, excited, encourged, right? I have eaten well all day, done what I'm supposed to do, been a good girl. So I go and I take a shower and get cleaned up and dressed a little nice, because I have to take Westley to the doc for a checkup this afternoon.
Well, I go to put my jeans on -- these are jeans that were too big for me when I bought them out of desperation back in December because all of my jeans had gotten tight. Well, they are now a bit snug. I know, I know...they have just been freshly washed, Wes! Give yourself a break! I don't know....I just feel bloated!
Well, that on top of going a week and losing a half pound, then gaining it back, and not knowing what the heck you did to deserve it (HONESTLY!!!!) has just gotten me down and a little bit concerned, to tell you the truth!
And then, after getting fixed up and greeting my 11-year-old as he came home from school, I had to fill out the registrtion papers for the doctor (first-time visit), jump in the car and go to get Westley out of school (17-year-old) to go to meet this new doctor and get all checked up. Everyone had raved to me about this doctor, so I was looking forward to meeting him, and I had decided it was pretty much time for Wes to leave the pediatrician and get established with a family doctor.
Meanwhile the husband assures me he will get back here just a few minutes after I leave, and be here at home to get Russell (11-yr-old) to his piano lesson, a little after 4:00.
So....I get the 17-year-old, go to the doctor, get in there in a decent amount of time, answer questions asked by a nurse with no personality (how many times am I going to keep getting the dull nurse?) and then the doctor enters.......TA-DA!!!! Um....he was just okay. He didn't ask Westley anything about himself personally, and he told Westley that he might not see him all that much, since for the next several years he will probably only be coming in when he's sick and stuff. I was amazed that he didn't ask Wes anything about what he liked to do, what he was involved with, ANYTHING! It was all business as usual, and then we were scooted on out the door. I just wasn't really that impressed! I guess I just want someone with a wee bit of personality, at least! Wierd. Maybe he was having a bad day....I dunno.
So then Wes and I go and buy gas and nearly get blown away in the cold wind (GRRRR). Westley, of course, didn't remember a coat this morning, so good ole' mom stood out in the cold pumping the gas. Anyway, we arrive home and there is no car in the driveway, so I assume the hubby has already gotten home and scooted out the door again to get boy to piano....um....no. Russell is inside watching cartoons, all by his lonesome!
I was so mad! "OKAY"....I said, "Get your music. I'm waiting in the car." It was past the time when David should have left to get Russ to his lesson. I went to the car anc cranked it again. I growled....(I am woman, hear me roar).... I thought to myself, "It would be just like David to turn up now-- at the last minute, looking all innocent and acting like he really did the best he could to get home in time."....GUESS WHAT? As I'm sitting in the garage waiting for Russell, and Russell comes out with his music bag and starts to open the car door, I look in the rearview mirror, and there stands David, looking innocent and acting like there must be something wrong with me for being irritated!
All I could think is that I haven't had a minute to myself in days. I roll out of bed and immediately start taking care of everyone else. Then when everyone leaves I IMMEDIATELY get to work. Then everyone comes home and it goes from one thing to another....MOM! I NEED______. MOM! I've got to have _____ for the concert tonight -- oh, you didn't know it was tonight? SORRY! And does anybody "get" why I get growly? I don't think so! And it's NOT PMS! I'm just frustrated is all.
Okay. Honestly, I've at least had the time to write this. David did go ahead and take Russell to piano. I have had peace and quiet long enough to vent all of this, and for that, I am so grateful! And whoever takes the time to read this mess, you are precious and I appreciate you! :) I am really not a crazy person....just love to vent in verbage!
Tomorrow WILL be better!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Well, I was supposed to go to a new group meeting for brunch that was starting up this morning called, "Lonely Hearts Club" for women who are sending kids off to college. This group is starting up due to so many women in our church going through this "empty nest" phase. Well, this morning at about 7:30, I was snoozing away when the phone rang. David (God bless him!) jumped up to go in the kitchen and answer it, closing the door so I could continue to sleep. Later, after he knew I was awake, he came in and brought me some coffee (DON'T YOU LOVE THIS MAN?), and sat down on the bed's edge. He told me that the women's brunch was cancelled this morning. So I asked why.
Here's where it gets tough to write. He tells me that one of my daughter's friends in our church, also a freshman in college, was driving home late last night from North Carolina State where she's in school, and crashed her car. She died in the hospital during the night. Apparently she was supposed to get home at around 11:00, and her mom and dad started to worry. Then they got the news, probably from the police or emergency crew. This is killing me, because I have watched Chelsea (girl's name) grow up from the age of about 6 years old. Her mom is a dear friend to me and my heart is breaking for her and for their family. Chelsea was the youngest of three children, and the only one that had never given her parents any trouble. The older two were adopted and were very rebellious in their teenage years. Thankfully, things in their lives are now settled down and in order. Ryan, their middle kid, has been fighting in Iraq, and we all have spent many hours praying for and thinking about him. Now this. I'm totally at a stand-still about what to do. I haven't told my children yet about this. Carol is home for the weekend, upstairs sleeping, and I hope I can tell her in the right way. You guys are the first to know from me about this!
I have to lead Sunday School in the morning, for a bunch of women in our church. I just don't know if I can do it!
Thanks for letting me ramble about this. I'm still digesting it all.
Friday, September 26, 2008
This morning was interesting. As is expected, I had a hard time getting to bed and then getting to sleep last night....typical when David's gone. The lingering cough that flairs up at night didn't help a whole lot! I kept remembering the front door wasn't locked, got up to close the bedroom door when the noisy water softener kicked on, and then had to open it sometime in the wee hours to let the cat out. I probably got about 5 hours of broken sleep. ANYWAY, so I wake up, roll over and look at the clock...7:15.....?????!!!!%$#@ SHCOOL STARTS AT 7:50!
I got up like a zombie in high gear and turned the coffee on, then FLEW upstairs (like a witch on a broom) to wake Russell. Thankfully, I reminded myself to remain calm so he wouldn't FREAK OUT like I was doing! It paid off. I think he rose to the challenge. Amazingly, breakfast in tow, we were in the car by 7:27 and headed toward school. When we got to the drop-off line, I looked over and realized he hadn't grabbed his book bag. SHEESH! Oh well! So at least I got RUSSELL there on time, right? I had to run home, grab the book bag and drive back. Thank goodness we live fairly close to the school! Of course I'm sure I was a scary sight to the secretary and some kids who were gathered in the foyer of the school. YIKES! What happened to Russell's mom? I guess I'm probably scary (like that witch) without my makeup on!
Today Carol comes home! I'm getting really spoiled, as this is 3 weeks in a row we get to be with her! Then fall break is the second weekend in October, so it won't be long until she's back here with us again....I LOVE IT! It's nice how I'm getting eased into this college thing.
I have noticed that I have more quality time with all of my boys now. Funny how an upper classman high school student who has an active social life can truly fill your life with more busyness than you realize! Last night Westley practiced dancing with me. It was so sweet! He's getting ready for the homecoming dance, and I can tell he's excited! I'm just a little worried about him driving a girl to the restaurant and then to the dance and then home. Prayers are appreciated!
I hope everyone has a blessings-filled day!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
It's nippy here and you can tell fall is trying to ease it's way into our lives! I actually have enjoyed it, and Lucy and I enjoyed a nice breezy walk earlier today!
I have cleaned the microwave (had gotten UBER gross) and the oven today. Part of using the "self-cleaning" oven is taking the racks out and hand-scrubbing them. I've tried the ammonia and water mixture and it never does squat, so I did it the old fashioned way...SCRUBBING. I think it's funny to have a "self-cleaning" oven and then have to do all of that work! Why in the world don't the racks get clean as well!? And they aren't easy to scub off, either!
Well, that's pretty much all there is to tell right now! I need to go and make my fruit-fly-catcher concoction. If you are interested, here's what I do:
Take a small bowl and put tiny (very tiny)pieces of fruit in the bottom (today I will use orange and lemon), and then cover the fruit with apple cider vinegar. Afterwards, squeeze some liquid dish detergent around the vinegar surface along the edge of the bowl. Works like a charm! Those suckers are drawn to it (of course you have to remove anything else that attracts them, which can be challenging) and they get stuck in the soap and sink! HOOOOWAAAAHAHAHAHA!
Have a grea t day everybody! Be glad you aren't a fruit fly at my house!!!
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