Tuesday, February 28, 2006
2006 has been a weird year for me. I've blogged about some of the reasons. I'll stay mum on others and still OTHER reasons I don't even understand myself. Is 35 a magic age where you can no longer deny that you ARE truly an adult and there's no going back? I know this is a big "duh", but the older I get, the more bad stuff happens to people around me or to people I care about. I'm rapidly running out of relatives. I have two "good" ones left. My other blood relatives are either black sheep, crazy or deceased. I've lost my last two remaining grandparents in the last six months. I have friends or acquaintances who are rapidly losing parents or grandparents. I know it's inevitable and part of the "circle of life", but it's a hard reality to face. I guess it's best not to dwell on it too much since that "problem" is not ever going to be going away.
Another aspect in my introspective line of thinking is my own husband and family. I am more than ever aware that my husband and I are soley responsible for making this household our very own, self sustaining family unit without the benefit of anyone else to help us form that mold from this point on. This didn't just strike me today or anything. Ever since my daughter was born, I've tried to make holidays and vacations special events that she will remember forever. But just very recently, it's become more real to me the power that I wield in the lives of my family and that no one else in the world can do what I must do. Heavy, huh? Yipes. I almost sound like a grown-up, don't I? I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I guess my thinking has just shifted from being a "part" of a family, to being the foundation of a family. I'm steering the ship, now. Ahoy, Captain! Rough waters ahead!
The baby is one year old today. It seems like just yesterday I was whining about my pregnancy woes. Walking and talking is just around the corner for the little bunny-head. The new chapter of my life is and will be both exciting and scary.
Well, as Joe Dirt would say..."Life's a garden. Dig it." What more can I add to that?
Thursday, February 23, 2006
I'll just apologize now. This is not a sunny, upbeat post. I am not happy. I am NOT a hypochondriac. I AM SICK AGAIN! Yeah...I know! This time, it's like the first day of a really bad cold that lasts over a week. Kill me. I went to my ENT so he could make me hate him some more. Check. Getting CAT scan next week. I am finally getting off my dead ass to find a good Internal Med doc, though. I need a GP so I can quit these annoying specialists who refuse to look ANYWHERE beyond their area of "expertise". I got a personal referral, so let's hope I got a good one.
Also, my company made us all send our laptops in to corporate. Why? So they could ravage them and send them back, apparently. They changed everything and now I cannot even get online. They sent us reams of paper "explaining" the new systems they installed. It's like reading hieroglyphics. Hey, I know! Maybe I should jump on the web-cast/conference call explaining the new programs! Oh, wait. That call was yesterday and they just sent my computer back today. Fume..fume...fume. In general, I am REALLY annoyed. Thanks for letting me vent, O forgiving Internet.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
More amusing dinner conversation compliments of my daughter...
(Eating chicken strip) D: Hey what kind of animal is this again?
Me: It's chicken.
D: MAN! Chickens are AWESOME!
Me: Glad you like it.
D: So...what chicken is this? A mama chicken or a baby chicken?
Me: Ummmm, neither. It's nobody's mom. It's just a chicken for eating (gulp).
She then merrily munched away completely unconcerned by her own thought that her dinner may have had a face. I'm guessing she won't be joining PETA anytime soon.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
By Average Jane. So here it is:
What were you doing 10 years ago?
Working in sales at a radio station, a little slice of hell on earth. What a vile, poison job. Also, I was single then. That was right around the time I was dating five or six people at a time. Man, was THAT a scheduling nightmare. Not as much fun as it sounds....trust me.
What were you doing 1 year ago?
Preparing to walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death to give life to my second and final child. His b-day is in two weeks! By the way...when my sister and I were kids my mom would say that to us on our birthdays. "It was (insert number) years ago today that I walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death to bring you life." Birthday fun with a little side of guilt...and we're not even Catholic! Why not continue the tradition in her memory?!
Five snacks you enjoy:
- Fruit (yes, really!)
- Ice Cream!!!
- Anything chocolate
- Hummus and Pita...with olive oil.
- Microwave popcorn
Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
I'm too lazy to think about this one (see: bad habits below). There are a lot. I can be a little Rain Man about song lyrics.
Five things you would do if you were a millionaire :
Are we talking multi-mil lottery?
- Hire the best nanny money could buy.
- Take all my friends on a fabulous vacation.
- Buy another house someplace warm.
- Buy my husband a giant Cobalt boat.
- Make a huge donation to a no-kill shelter.
Five bad habits:
These are more "qualities" than habits. I don't have any bad habits. (OK...lemme have it!)
- Procrastination, wait...did I say that?
- Is forgetfulness a bad habit? I don't THINK I can help it.
- Extreme disorganization
Five things you like doing:
- Being outdoors when it's warm
Five things you would never wear again:
- My giant, AquaNet shellacked, mall bangs
- Lace-up boots (with color coordinated socks!)
- High-waisted, skinny-ankled pants
- Pleated pants
- Neon colors
Five favorite toys:
- My kiddies
- Geeez. That's all I got. Man am I lame? I need more hobbies.
I'm much too stupid to understand the rules of tagging...plus I have NO friends (who haven't already been tagged) that blog. Sooooooo. My meme ends with me. Tah-dah!
Monday, February 06, 2006
My daughter came home from school today yelling "I'm a Young Author! I'm a Young Author!"
She pulled out of her backpack a notice that she had been selected as an "Author of Merit" within the school district and there is to be an evening program complete with an autograph session by author Marsha Diane Arnold, awards presentation and a reception. Wow! I didn't even know she was in the running! I'm not too sure she did either, because when I asked her what story she got the award for, she had no idea. I'm guessing her teacher just submitted one of the many journals they are required to write and illustrate. All of the winner's pieces will be published in a Young Author's book. Sooo...my five year old is getting published. Her late grandmother would be quite proud.
Ohhhh...am I bragging? Sorry...I guess I can offset the bragging by mentioning that she lost cartoons for a whole week after lying to me, dead in the eye, about cutting her own fingernails. I didn't care that she cut them, but when asked, just decided that a bald-faced lie was the way to go. Awesome. But I'm still soooooo proud of her....stubby bleeding nails and all!