tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73322043893744076012024-03-05T20:22:57.458-05:00Pleading the FifthAdmitting the truth only when it won't incriminate me.Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.comBlogger796125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-68716733332459220872014-01-07T21:04:00.002-05:002014-01-07T21:04:43.778-05:00Always doing ... and Happy New Year!
Why in the heck is life so busy? Yeah, yeah, I created it myself, blah blah. REALLY THOUGH. When I was a kid the days dragged on and on. These days? I'm still doing stuff at 9 at night. Don't get me wrong it's not horrible or anything. Just full of ... stuff.
It has to let up right? 2014. New Year. New Inspiration Board. I'll putMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-10946354871715430812013-10-02T00:31:00.001-04:002013-10-02T00:31:22.671-04:00Very Late Tuesday Night
Its four minutes to Wednesday and I'm sitting here WIDE AWAKE. Honestly, all afternoon I've been on this "high". My weight is fantastic, my husband and I are mended, oldest is at college, my boy is trudging along Senior Year and my youngest ....
has joined the ranks of first grade, loving every minute of it. Her enthusiasm for school really astounds me. She loves it moreMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-75973751527230944822013-06-11T17:15:00.000-04:002013-06-11T17:15:20.019-04:00A Moment To Spare
My six year old in on a play date this afternoon. It started right at the end of the school day when the mom picked them up. Oh she was so excited this morning because "today was finally the day". She packed extra paper in her backpack and brought her bulbasaur for good measure. The Pokemon legacy lives on in the house. 15 years and counting.
Anyway its hard to network Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-80639531130728579062013-05-19T10:00:00.001-04:002013-05-19T10:00:34.921-04:00Where Does The Time Go?
My middle child turns SEVENTEEN today. I still can't believe it. Pinch me please.
I remember barely making it to the hospital with him. My husband driving 80+ miles and hour down the highway, afraid he would come in the car.
I had waited to long in my labor. I didn't realize how far along I was, until it was a bit too late.
He was born within a half hour of arriving atMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-45720578120626298712013-05-12T15:05:00.000-04:002013-05-12T15:05:16.178-04:00All About The Mom
Top ten activities on this lovely Mother's Day.
1. Watching the first season of Rome.
2. Wearing jeans, white t-shirt and flip flops. Hair pulled back, straight.
3. Eating a grilled chicken salad from the local eatery. Yumo.
5. Massaging my heels. They are killing me.
6. Receiving lots of home made gifts from my youngest. (adorable)
7. Reading Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-10921697271585994122013-05-04T09:03:00.000-04:002014-01-07T21:06:53.860-05:00I'm on a ROLL
Its Saturday, 8:56 AM.
I'm spending a wasteful amount of time on Facebook and reading news feeds. My knees are killing me from a night of dancing and listening to my man's band. I might have drank a wee bit too much beer, so I'm extra parched this morning.
My son went to take his SAT's at 7:30 AM. I made sure he took his phone. I, however, had left mine on the charger Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-84445628539850398582013-05-03T07:50:00.001-04:002013-05-03T07:51:40.937-04:00Don't Get Me Wrong
I really do love my job. I haven't always loved the people I work with but I do enjoy that it's ten minutes away, decent pay and benefits and I always have the flexibility to take time off, when needed.
But these days?
After our well loved, liked and annoyed by, CFO, retired in October, responsibilities were split and an outside accountant was hired to come in two days a week to fill in Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-31241144268350758772013-05-01T16:56:00.001-04:002013-05-01T16:56:31.568-04:00I just don't get it ...
The latest news in our tiny town (and by tiny, I mean this town has very little noteworthy news) these days is regarding two members of our local Parent Teacher Association who managed to steal funds from the kitty over a four year period starting in 2008.*
*note: if that sentence reads weird its because I don't want to be found via google*
It sticks in my mind for one reason. Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-4540623588591534122013-04-30T21:28:00.000-04:002013-04-30T21:28:25.017-04:00Update - Western Union Style
Great news. Stop.
My husband and I have come to a truce of sorts. Stop.
I'm not dwelling and I'm feeling better about myself. Stop.
The holidays and new year were fun. Stop.
Our faithful corgi, Chloe, passed away. Stop.
We buried her in the yard and will make up a memorial in the next month or so. Stop.
Oldest turned Nineteen AND has almost completed her freshman year of college. Stop.Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-61707455252474941132013-04-29T23:16:00.000-04:002013-04-30T23:19:35.661-04:00Favorites
~Game of Thrones
~Dr. Who
~Firefly
~Torchwood
~The Big C
~Oz
~True Blood
~Dexter
~Veronica Mars
~Circus
~Deadwood
~Six Feet Under
~Sex In The City (unrated version because anything else is just a waste of time)
~Breaking Bad
~Tru Calling
Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-50016243293842134932012-10-26T17:39:00.000-04:002012-10-26T20:42:54.845-04:00The Numb Effect
Part of the damage control that I put into place when my husband decided he no longer wanted to be my "plus one" was to make an appointment with my doctor. I use the term "my doctor" loosely because I had never met this doctor. I was transferred over to her because my own doctor had decided to go into a nursing home environment and no longer be a general practitioner. That in Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-45343517874741152032012-10-09T20:46:00.001-04:002012-10-09T20:50:33.862-04:00March 28, 2013Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-22458117258888278682012-10-09T19:00:00.000-04:002012-10-09T19:00:43.727-04:00Therapy, the new dislike
I am not entirely sure why I felt that today's therapy session would be a breeze. That my being about seven sessions into therapy and not even close to seeing any sort of light at the end of any sort of tunnel, should have been my cue. Therapy is tough. Being honest about my feelings. Tougher.
By admitting them out loud, they become more real. Yes, therapy is good.Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-75316205291503761582012-09-30T15:37:00.000-04:002012-09-30T15:37:15.221-04:00Confusion
Part of what I don't like about the weekends is that it gives me plenty of time to think. I think about how awful our financial situation is right now. I think about how the shit hit the fan in my marriage. I think about my future, alone. I worry for my kids. And I try to make an effort to get ready for the upcoming week and faking pretending to those who come in Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-90970824730889507612012-09-26T21:19:00.002-04:002012-09-26T21:19:19.226-04:00More of the Same
I'm not gonna lie. Its rough here in the house. I don't understand the why's? of all this. I have loved this man from the tender age of 21 (what? it is a TENDER age, ha) and now I'm ... 43. That's a long time to spend with someone. Over half my life with this man. As his friend, his lover, his partner. I love him truly, deeply. I still wear my wedding Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-48890493272625494842012-09-20T21:18:00.001-04:002012-09-23T10:24:56.388-04:00The Weirdest Dream
I overslept this morning. Which figures because. 1. It's my youngest's 6th birthday today. So my subconscious must have automatically thought SLEEP IN. You see, I spend my kids birthday with them. I brought them into this world, let's celebrate together sort of thing. I will spoil them in some way. One year I took my oldest shopping for a new Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-18776476338634551462012-09-05T21:12:00.004-04:002012-09-05T21:12:39.942-04:00:-(
I don't know where I stand with you,
And I don't know what I mean to you,
All I know is every time I think of you,
All I wanna do is be with you.
Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-18956767935529880912012-09-03T18:24:00.001-04:002012-09-03T18:24:56.029-04:00Another Week ...
Back to work tomorrow. I'm sort of relieved. Its weird here, right now, in the house. My oldest has gone off to college (and she is doing just fine) and that alone is a big adjustment ...
Then there is everything else. Me in my own room. He is in his. Both of us at complete opposite ends of the house.
Its bizarre. And sucky. Its bizucky here.&Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-54240773253185505312012-09-02T23:50:00.003-04:002012-09-02T23:51:17.266-04:00The Keys
The last time I saw them, I was helping my tenant. (Let's call her H to protect the innocent) She lives in our first floor apartment with her beautiful twin girls. Her family was in town (she had just lost her husband, that's an entire post in itself) and they decided shortly after the funeral to take a trip to New York City. I offered to babysit because, how freaking Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-15932466857229528232012-09-02T00:20:00.002-04:002012-09-02T00:20:42.307-04:00My Therapist
I need to distract myself ... so work with me here.
Its Saturday Night, 11:12 PM and I'm listening to tunes on my son's iPod. My music. I commandeered it actually. (to be fair, he never used it and why waste a cool gift like that?) I just bought this tiny speaker to plug it into and I'm blown away by the sound.
Music is a refreshing therapy. I sort of forgot what it is like Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-35478256249757164822012-09-01T23:07:00.001-04:002012-09-01T23:07:14.565-04:00P!nk - SoberMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-63295669297991008422012-09-01T19:53:00.000-04:002012-09-01T19:53:54.816-04:00Lost Girl
Therapy. I'm in therapy. I don't think I ever really thought I would find myself there but .... ergh ... here I am.
I didn't make it to the twenty year mark, my marriage is over. I'm seriously sad about that. But as my therapist and I have been discussing, I need to only focus on the things I can control. Things that have to do directly with me. Its hard, butMighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-88028148288006022032012-03-25T15:53:00.000-04:002012-03-25T15:54:00.127-04:00I Find Myself Unmotivated
I am not sure what is going on in my brain these past two days. Its a whole lot of nothing, in a weird way. Because I am a girl who cannot sit still. I have dishes to do, laundry to check, a five year old chattering at me constantly with a trail of toys in her wake, I sort. I organize. I prepared.
This weekend? Not-so-much. Not at all. I've been Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-24406749380125292632012-01-24T22:21:00.000-05:002012-01-24T22:21:58.774-05:00So I Have To Tell You ....
I made a couple of phone calls today. One was to your doctor and the other was to the Specialist that you are trying to get an appointment with.
The Specialist required two three phone calls. I researched the Specialist through the hospital's directory and saw that he specializes in Pain Medicine. This is good. Because it is absolutely killing me to see you Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332204389374407601.post-72138371773055987452011-09-08T19:41:00.001-04:002011-09-08T19:42:38.512-04:00Inspirational ~ TodayToday I went to my local pharmacy and looked at nail polish (looked at, but didn't buy!)
Today I hoped that my work day would pass quickly, because it is almost the weekend!
Today I dreamed of being 30lbs lighter.
Today I forgot to switch the laundry from the washer to the dryer before I left the house.
Today I heard my favorite song by One Republic.
Today I read a new book, called "Never Mighttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13669553389756321510noreply@blogger.com0