And here, I was searching the internet for a Milkbone advertisement I could believe in. Animal lovers will adore her reasoning for replacing her son's school peers with a more reliable animal...a PIG!!! Doesn't George Clooney have a pig? Maggie would know.
Oh wait, wait...a dog. But her observations on his struggles at school, and all the attempts at therapies and school changes, ding ding ding...is that a quiet little triangle bell I'm hearing? No, just another flashback from my years in elementary. Good memory, don't get me wrong.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Michael's has gone UPSCALE!
I walked in all about the scrapbooking, I swear to God!!! Was gonna find some patterns that spoke music into my soul (might calm the screaming)...just some 79 cent pieces of paper to ponder.
Ha, ha. I'd rather pay most of a dollar for ANOTHER piece of paper that's not green. Why did I get bowled over there again? Oh yeah. Flashbacks, flashbacks galore!!!
Actually, the scrapbook aisle appeared to have shrunk. Yet every jewelry-making fantasy I've ever had came true in no less than three well-stocked aisles. And I'm thinking Christmas, and other celebrations I'm currently blocking out.
I am, guess whose fault. Not the dog's obviously. Anyhoo, I forgot what I was saying, but totally had everything to do with Jes MaHarry of sundance (reminds me of Jewel). I SWEAR!!!
Ha, ha. I'd rather pay most of a dollar for ANOTHER piece of paper that's not green. Why did I get bowled over there again? Oh yeah. Flashbacks, flashbacks galore!!!
Actually, the scrapbook aisle appeared to have shrunk. Yet every jewelry-making fantasy I've ever had came true in no less than three well-stocked aisles. And I'm thinking Christmas, and other celebrations I'm currently blocking out.
I am, guess whose fault. Not the dog's obviously. Anyhoo, I forgot what I was saying, but totally had everything to do with Jes MaHarry of sundance (reminds me of Jewel). I SWEAR!!!
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Growing pains
As I walk the long road of becoming reacquainted with family, trading in my previously coveted throne as "that one who homeschooled against our advice and produced more grandkids than we needed", it's hard.
Really painful, and something I'd normally avoid, thanks to my knowledge of ROOT chakras and the dilemmas they cause. Before, standing alone wasn't only necessary, but it's where I belonged.
I only wrote that last part for its rhyming capacity, it's not really where I belonged. I experiment daily though, with standing APART from everyone, keeping my energy my own.
But now, my dad needs me in the fold, and despite the hurt I feel in my heart and throat, I keep myself aimed. Toward full grown. Yes, that sounds like it belongs there, doesn't it?
No. Well, point is, the places where it hurts to grow, we should go. You know?
Really painful, and something I'd normally avoid, thanks to my knowledge of ROOT chakras and the dilemmas they cause. Before, standing alone wasn't only necessary, but it's where I belonged.
I only wrote that last part for its rhyming capacity, it's not really where I belonged. I experiment daily though, with standing APART from everyone, keeping my energy my own.
But now, my dad needs me in the fold, and despite the hurt I feel in my heart and throat, I keep myself aimed. Toward full grown. Yes, that sounds like it belongs there, doesn't it?
No. Well, point is, the places where it hurts to grow, we should go. You know?
Monday, April 5, 2010
The bottom of the pickle barrel
It's where I found my missing parts, and surprisingly, the rainbow reflecting itself in the putrid juice...not as freaky as I'd imagined. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE pickles...on everyday of the week, even Mondays.
But mostly, they just remind me that my position in life was a gift given to me directly by God. And of course by position, I'm referring to my status as wife, mother, and pollyanna self. I almost gave up the pollyanna schtick altogether, until I realized.
Mainly, I realized that the world is kind of depressing without it, and my obsession about writing what I shouldn't for all the wrong reasons...wouldn't be as satisfying without my prescription blinders.
So, I'm keeping 'em, training for my own special kind of marathon, and yes. Being nothing but myself is plenty, and enough.
But mostly, they just remind me that my position in life was a gift given to me directly by God. And of course by position, I'm referring to my status as wife, mother, and pollyanna self. I almost gave up the pollyanna schtick altogether, until I realized.
Mainly, I realized that the world is kind of depressing without it, and my obsession about writing what I shouldn't for all the wrong reasons...wouldn't be as satisfying without my prescription blinders.
So, I'm keeping 'em, training for my own special kind of marathon, and yes. Being nothing but myself is plenty, and enough.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Don't join the Grand Old Party
My bad, majorly. Never admit to being Republican in front of me at least, as I recently saw a movie where a man owned 75 Taco Bells and had a black son BEFORE he met a Democrat in real life. Based on a totally true story even.
My dad is the HUGEST FAN of Sandra Bullock, and Drew Barrymore too, but it's mostly Sandy he keeps going on and on about lately. Doesn't have anything bad to say about Jesse James, which is not unusual for our family (not gossips, actually).
He just likes that Sandra Bullock, great acting he says.
My dad is the HUGEST FAN of Sandra Bullock, and Drew Barrymore too, but it's mostly Sandy he keeps going on and on about lately. Doesn't have anything bad to say about Jesse James, which is not unusual for our family (not gossips, actually).
He just likes that Sandra Bullock, great acting he says.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
It's a Diary of a Wimpy Kid festival
At the library, of course. Saw the greatest housedress today on an actual woman...lavenderish. Checking out some DVDs, probably to spite her ex-husband who controls everything about her, except her wardrobe.
Even watched her snag a CHILDREN'S EVENTS brochure (I already have one), and here's me hoping I'll see more of her. I recall a long, long time ago, back when iVillage was in fashion...an interaction with a woman who had 15 children.
Yes, it appeared she was in an abusive marriage, based on her non-answers to my questions which were, "____" and "____". Currently, I cannot remember. All I know as of now, based on experiences that occurred no less than an hour ago:
Break jobs, both front and rear...$95. Of course, the cute pictures drawn by the mechanic's children weren't even extra. Just hung half-amorously up on a bulletin board (on his wall). Some Pringles advertising he'd somehow talked his chil'ren into.
Weird, strange, and of course totally obvious.
Even watched her snag a CHILDREN'S EVENTS brochure (I already have one), and here's me hoping I'll see more of her. I recall a long, long time ago, back when iVillage was in fashion...an interaction with a woman who had 15 children.
Yes, it appeared she was in an abusive marriage, based on her non-answers to my questions which were, "____" and "____". Currently, I cannot remember. All I know as of now, based on experiences that occurred no less than an hour ago:
Break jobs, both front and rear...$95. Of course, the cute pictures drawn by the mechanic's children weren't even extra. Just hung half-amorously up on a bulletin board (on his wall). Some Pringles advertising he'd somehow talked his chil'ren into.
Weird, strange, and of course totally obvious.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Guess where I went on my pass
Church first, where I realized it's the HEART that sings, not the voice. Hadn't previously known this. And I lifted my hands in praise for the first time, well, only my right because I don't like to draw attention (it's embarrassing). Felt the pulse of spirit, though.
Right behind me sat a UND SIOUX player, in UNIFORM! Stayed afterwards to soak up as much as God would give him (we won!!!) Then, we went to Starbucks. You know, I bought this TANGO CD last time I was in exchanging my gift card for the mini-version.
Don't know why I bought music without lyrics, and can only listen to one track in good conscience (there's a tango for conspiracies). Maybe I'm saving it for one of my better moods. But I also noticed the snacks are sure becoming mom-friendly...geared exactly for all those moms out there who ALREADY KNOW superior parenting.
I'm still in the failing category, but aiming for wholeness. My dad being here feels pre-divined. Like, he's always felt guilty about living by my brothers and celebrating grandchildren, while my kids could use a grandpa (and I could use a nanny).
So, good sights ahead.
Right behind me sat a UND SIOUX player, in UNIFORM! Stayed afterwards to soak up as much as God would give him (we won!!!) Then, we went to Starbucks. You know, I bought this TANGO CD last time I was in exchanging my gift card for the mini-version.
Don't know why I bought music without lyrics, and can only listen to one track in good conscience (there's a tango for conspiracies). Maybe I'm saving it for one of my better moods. But I also noticed the snacks are sure becoming mom-friendly...geared exactly for all those moms out there who ALREADY KNOW superior parenting.
I'm still in the failing category, but aiming for wholeness. My dad being here feels pre-divined. Like, he's always felt guilty about living by my brothers and celebrating grandchildren, while my kids could use a grandpa (and I could use a nanny).
So, good sights ahead.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Post 101
The thing about computers versus reality,...is that the colors you selflessly chose for one blog (of the many), are misrepresented on OTHER computer screens. Take 'Parades and Such" as my first example (why wouldn't there be more?). I chose lilac, yet here, at Marie Claire headquarters...it's like some royal blue I've rarely heard of.
If blogs could be respected in BW & gray...that's my first choice.
If blogs could be respected in BW & gray...that's my first choice.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Just got back from my doctor's office
What a mess!!! They've totally restructured the data processing system at Altru, and let me be the first to tell you...the receptionists upstairs ARE NOT HAPPY! Of course I asked, why wouldn't I? I was lucky to be in there at all, getting a six-week checkup.
Not everybody on the globe gets six-week check-ups, and lucky also for me, I'm not uncomfortably pregnant. Just slim, and trying to decide which exercise program will best tighten my abs. Never really had a problem with stretch marks, I'll have myself know.
Already back down to a weight I shall not announce, but will privately pat my very own mother's jeans on the back for. Thank you Mom, for being skinny, and passing on those genes. Has served the hair-dye industry well (no need when you're not gray!)
Anyway, this is WAY OFF on a tangent, and I'm SUPER late and having to get home and explain myself. Which I don't tend to mind. It's better than being self-reproachful and self-condemning all the time, which Jill says is NOT of God. Oops, my bad!
Just wanted to let the girls know that my uterus is back to its healthy size, everything's in place despite what the media tends to teach to disenfranchise women everywhere. And, totally going to try out those little blue pills.
Of course, it was ME who had to ask my doctor to give me the lower dose (ain't having a stroke during MY lifetime)...I'll just have to combine methods. Never been a problem for me, really.
Not everybody on the globe gets six-week check-ups, and lucky also for me, I'm not uncomfortably pregnant. Just slim, and trying to decide which exercise program will best tighten my abs. Never really had a problem with stretch marks, I'll have myself know.
Already back down to a weight I shall not announce, but will privately pat my very own mother's jeans on the back for. Thank you Mom, for being skinny, and passing on those genes. Has served the hair-dye industry well (no need when you're not gray!)
Anyway, this is WAY OFF on a tangent, and I'm SUPER late and having to get home and explain myself. Which I don't tend to mind. It's better than being self-reproachful and self-condemning all the time, which Jill says is NOT of God. Oops, my bad!
Just wanted to let the girls know that my uterus is back to its healthy size, everything's in place despite what the media tends to teach to disenfranchise women everywhere. And, totally going to try out those little blue pills.
Of course, it was ME who had to ask my doctor to give me the lower dose (ain't having a stroke during MY lifetime)...I'll just have to combine methods. Never been a problem for me, really.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Morning rituals
I'm a bullshit artist, so bear with me. The internet is so unpredictable, I never know WHO'S going to entice me...just get used to it is the only advice I can propose.
I've thought once or twice about being so organized a school-parent, that I'd lay my children's clothing out the night before. Never, would I throw up my hands and do what "other moms" just do, which is to get kids dressed the night before.
I can barely stand the thought of the wrinkles, let alone an uncomfortably spent sleep in denim, snaps and buttons. We don't even let them sleep in SOCKS, for God's sake (learned that good habit from my husband).
Laying clothes out the night before isn't nearly as sinful, but I SAVOR walking into their rooms each morning, embracing the unpredictable. First, I turn on a light and sit quietly, then decide who needs a shower-bath, or just get their clothes out.
Even my eleven year old, who's fully fashion-capable...I enjoy being that mom who does it the same way everyday. Back, when the school year began, I chose something easier. Allowing for the "hurry up and get dressed" chaos, I'd sneak downstairs a tad earlier.
Sitting on the couch alone, watching music videos. That's how I began our school year, and had planned to spend all winter. But, I adapted to new requirements for new rhythms and saved my videos for a little later.
I have the best of all worlds, the way I see it and live it. Nothing like new artists being added to the mix though, my time for "me time" begins once they're out the door.
I've thought once or twice about being so organized a school-parent, that I'd lay my children's clothing out the night before. Never, would I throw up my hands and do what "other moms" just do, which is to get kids dressed the night before.
I can barely stand the thought of the wrinkles, let alone an uncomfortably spent sleep in denim, snaps and buttons. We don't even let them sleep in SOCKS, for God's sake (learned that good habit from my husband).
Laying clothes out the night before isn't nearly as sinful, but I SAVOR walking into their rooms each morning, embracing the unpredictable. First, I turn on a light and sit quietly, then decide who needs a shower-bath, or just get their clothes out.
Even my eleven year old, who's fully fashion-capable...I enjoy being that mom who does it the same way everyday. Back, when the school year began, I chose something easier. Allowing for the "hurry up and get dressed" chaos, I'd sneak downstairs a tad earlier.
Sitting on the couch alone, watching music videos. That's how I began our school year, and had planned to spend all winter. But, I adapted to new requirements for new rhythms and saved my videos for a little later.
I have the best of all worlds, the way I see it and live it. Nothing like new artists being added to the mix though, my time for "me time" begins once they're out the door.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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