Remember that Father's Day when you and I went to the little airport? We had BLTs in the restaurant and watched planes take off. We spent the day wandering the hangers and you showed me that strange airplane with the wings in the back. You said it was so the air over the wings was "clean" air. We had a pretty good day then, huh? I miss you like hell. Happy Birthday Daddy.
Godsmack - Serenity As I sit here and slowly close my eyes I take another deep breath And feel the wind pass through my body I’m the one in your soul Reflecting the light Protect the ones who hold you Cradling your inner child
I need serenity In a place where I can hide I need serenity Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don’t know And how do we relight the flame when it’s cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing And when will we learn to control
Tragic visions slowly stole my life Tore away everything Cheating me out of my time I’m the one who loves you No matter wrong or right And every day I hold you I hold you with my inner child
I need serenity In a place where I can hide I need serenity Nothing changes, days go by
Where do we go when we just don’t know And how do we relight the flame when it’s cold Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing And when will we learn to control I need serenity.
I think Monday is the drill seargent of the week. It's all yellin at you that you can't stay in bed and you have to be responsible. I say we string up the drill seargent and lock him in a room for a few months.
THE REFLEX GAME Start before you drink...and watch yourself get progressively worse. Whoohooo. What fun!!!
BLOCK FRENZY Now this is fun. I'm up to 26 seconds. Completely addictive!!
Today is Saturday. I have a 1pm appt to get my hair DONE. By DONE I mean I am going to take a deep breath and allow someone to add BLEACH. I have not done this in 20 years...but hey...something's got to blend these grays. Hahahah.
Blogger's being evil again. Took forever to get the post to take.
When I was a child, my parents bought me a dollhouse. It was bigger than me. One of my fondest memories was going to the craft store to buy itsy bitsy replicas to put in that dollhouse. I was always fascinated with the 'realistic' pieces. I had ice trays with ice cubes, a whole china set with silverware, and even toilet paper on a roll. LOL Alas, I grew up. The dollhouse and all it's tiny accessories were handed down and have spread to the wind. Since then, I've always wanted a new one. Maybe that will be my birthday gift to me this year. :) Here is Grace's Dollhouse if you want to see what all the fuss is about. I think she did it up quite nicely.
Did you have a favorite childhood toy? If so, do you still have it or would you like to get a new one?
Lies. We all tell them. Little white lies. "No honey, your butt does not look big in those pants."
Outright lies. "You are more sexy now than you were when we met."
Lies of ommission. "That Johnny Depp movie looks intelligent." ("Let's go see it so I can drooooool.!")
I realized yesterday that I am HUGELY guilty of the "ommission" type. Fortunately, I am guilty of it to a point that it only hurts me. See, I don't tell people when they do things that hurt me. I let them continue doing them. I never say "Hey, I really wish you wouldn't tell me all those self-destructive things you do. They make me worry about you and that's not healthy for me." Instead, I listen. And then I advise. I try to fix their problem. I don't consider, at the time, what the outcome will be for me. After a while, we end up building a relationship around my listening, my rescuing, their being the victim. A pattern develops. All the while I am holding inside all the hurt and sadness and worry. I'm building resentment.
Could all of this have been stopped in the beginning if I had just set some boundaries? If I had just told the truth? I assure you, the thought never occurred to me before. I do not even know how.
The subject came up of "Scrupulous Honesty". This isn't something I'm good at. It is something I want to learn. Where to begin?
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get in the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, you know, start out dead, get it out of the way. You wake up in an old age home, feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day You work 30 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, you're generally promiscuous (hey, you've only got a few years left, what's the big deal?!?) and you get ready for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a sweet baby, then, you spend your last 9 months floating peacefully with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, larger quarters everyday, and then you finish off as an orgasm.
Yeah....I got nothin. Can't think of one single, useful thing to post. Silly, huh? Surfed a bit for inspiration and all I could come up with was a naked, singing cowbowy. Ah well, there are worse things.....like the fact that when I look at naked, singing cowboy all I can think is "Man, his undies are WHITE. What laundry soap is he using??" Maybe it's going to be one of those "shoulda stayed in bed days?"
I think I'll just surf your blogs instead. :D Happy Tuesday.
Hope you all had a wonderful, happy weekend. (I'll be checking. :) ) Mine was grand. I spent the entire weekend wrapped in the arms of my wonderful husband. We shopped, went out to eat, went to a hockey game, watched a movie and just spent the whole weekend focused entirely on one another. It's a rare thing when we put aside the daily b.s. and just be. It was quite beautiful and I am filled with a sense of connectedness that I have not felt in a great while. Ah, there is peace it my heart today.
Much love to each of you and to those you love. Happy Monday.
I had the best post this morning...all about whipped cream. BUT, blogger is bombing out like crazy and killing my posts before I enter them. If this gets through, I want to know where Blogger Headquarters is located. Where on earth is 7:00a.m. a good time to do server maintenance?? Grumble.
Ok, WHIPPED CREAM!
You're smiling now, right? It was really just for my coffee. :D
On April 8, 2006 at approximately 6p.m. Central time, my nephew said my name for the very first time. And he said it TO ME and he MEANT IT. He kept saying it all night and I could not be happier. hee hee
(Look at all those blonde curls. What a beauty this boy is.)
Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on.
Well, I'm settin off to drive what is effectively the entire lenght of Louisiana. hee hee - I just LOVE Texas. If you come from the East Coast, Texas is about 4 states long. (if you come from the Northeast, Texas is bigger than the whole lot of ya.)
Did you know that there are more miles between Dallas, TX and El Paso, TX than there are between El Paso and Los Angeles. Apparently we are 3 states wide as well. Just a little jem from my logistics days.
Trée, you are cordially invited to come with. The winds in your area are getting mighty persnickity! Time to go visit some family in a less weather-stricken area, huh?
There, that's all the hick-ness I can offer up for a weekend. Y'all have a good one and I'll be back around on Monday or so. ((((((((((((((HUGS)))))))))))))
Sometimes, when I'm feeling less than inspired to post something inspiring, I do a Google image search of the word-of-the-day. Today's word was Friday. Apparently, Friday brings out everything from "Friday the 13th" movies to the actor that played "Friday" on Swiss Family Robinson to "here's a pic of my cat named Friday". Also available are 4000 photos of "what we did on Friday". Here's a clip from the smash 1980s hit "Friday After Next".
Classy, huh? So I got to thinking: What did we do on Friday nights when we were kids? And the answer is: Rollerskating. We went rollerskating in tight jeans and disco colored tops and I could WALTZ on rollerskates. I still own the skates. They are black, leather speedskates. I was TOUGH. Bwahahaaha
Therapy. Is it because I'm nuts or is it making me nuts? That's the question here. Once every other week or so I spend an hour of my life with an absolutely lovely woman. We chat. We discuss. We attempt to gain some perspective about what ails me emotionally. Each time I leave I feel a little bit better. Like I can take on the world afterall. I think, I should really write down what we talked about so I don't forget it. And then yesterday happened. Some sort of...epiphany. An icky epiphany.
I don't disbelieve what she alluded to. In fact, I'm certain that she's on the right track. I also feel I might be in a bit of denial.
Here's the gist. Hello. My name is Aggie and I am an Addict. I am addicted to crisis. I worry. Not about me but about everyone around me and then about me. I live my whole life in a state of "waiting for the other shoe to drop". If no shoe is currently dropping, I am confused and concerned and I begin looking for who has the shoe. I didn't realize I did this, but to hear it from someone's mouth sure made it feel real. Oddly, it all ties back to the kidney stones. Let's assume they are a manifestation of crisis. The crisis of my best friend came up and then this came up just after. This crisis happened to counter the one I could not control.
What is life like without crisis? I find that I really don't know. Isn't that odd?
Well fine. I am an Addict and I am now in recovery. I will learn to stop waiting for the shoe to drop. Maybe when I do, stone #3 will just be gone.
There they are. Cute little buggers aren't they? It could have been worse. I only had twins. I hear some people have litters.
Ok. Ok. Now that your sides hurt from laughing so hard, we're pretty much in the same boat. hah Actually, the doc took an X-ray and said (quite happily) "Well there's only one left and it's really small so you probably won't even feel it." I have a few curse words for that doc. They all start with "OUCH". Apparently the last of the triplets doesn't quite want to be born and kept me up all night. I might add that I started out with "one" and still have "one" and now I'm not real sure that doc has a clue. He diligently tried to tell me I've passed two others already. I think he's snowing me and I still have the original one floating around in there.
Ah well. A couple more sleepless nights I suppose. That's normal for any new mom, huh?
Becky, I'll second your confession. Me too. Hah! Terry, you slayed me with the LaBoyer thought. OMG! How funny is that?? As for the rest of you. Keep right on laughing. I like you like that.
Happy Humpday. (Speaking of humpday, at least my hubby doesn't have anything to do with my labor. He's completely off the hook. OMG, the kids aren't his. ACK!!)
Well, we made it to April. There's something to be said for that.
Welcome to Daylight Savings. Remember, whatever time it is, it's actually an hour earlier. Blah. For example; my clock currently says it's 6:53a.m. but I know it's actually 5:53 and I should still be sleeping. Ah well.
As for the pet rock, it is now multiple pet rocks and they are still safe in the womb of my kidney. That whole process is NOT recommended. The kids will be born on Tuesday night....without an epidural unfortunately. (Are you all cringing?) I would never wish this on anyone....but geeeze don't get on my bad-side because THIS is the curse I will put on all bad people. From this day forward, when someone is mean or treats someone I love badly I will say "Kidney stones on you!" That should humble them a bit.
Anyway, I've got a busy week and gotta prep for a drive to Houston on Saturday. Gonna go see that baby that makes me smile so much. :) Here's today's laugh for all the mommies out there: