I wish it were easier.
I've been having a fairly decent summer, actually. It's been a sunny and hot one and I find myself in the fortunate position of having a swimming pool. Mind you, it's not any kind of fancy ass swimming pool, but merely an 18 foot round above ground tub of water that has very much saved my bacon this summer. When I say it's been a hot and sunny summer, it really has been. And although I swore I would not bitch about heat this summer after the winter we endured to get here, well, it's been some kind of Africa HOT out there. So yeah, I've spent a staycation and most every weekend floating around my 18 foot tub in an aqua hammock, slowly but surely becoming the darkest brown I've ever been. Honestly, people stop me and ask me...hold on..."Where did you get that fabulous tan?"...Um...Nordstroms. Really? How about under the big ball of fire otherwise known as the sun...it's not rocket surgery. You put white skin underneath it and it browns up...lickety split!
Ok...so staycation vs. vacation goes something like this.
I could spend $1100 on a weekly rental, and about $50 in gas to get to that rental, then a daily beach fee of $20 per day, to say nothing of groceries and drinks and maybe a dinner out during the week, OR I could put my brown tushie in my aqua hammock and stay at my own home (mortgage paid on time this month), not drive, and eat out regularly for considerably less. Do I miss the sand? Why, yes...of course I do! The sound of the surf? More than you can imagine. But hey, there's enough summer left that perhaps I can invest in a sound machine!!!! Plug it in poolside and I'm golden for my second staycation of the summer!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The art of letter writing.
On Saturday I found myself feeling a little lonely. The day was dreary, the rain constant, and all of my little housekeeping jobs had been tackled, so I called my parents to see if they had plans for the night. They so often do...I suspect that all socializing they must have put off during their earlier life due to things like raising a family and working is taken up again in spades come retirement. Their calendar is packed with the obligatory doctors appointments, but also a non-stop stream of lunch and dinner dates, concerts and book readings, yoga classes, parties, etc. It's nice. I'm happy for them, but in this instance I was happy for me, as they had no evening plans and I could come home and play daughter and have supper with them and play cards, watch a movie, and generally just be adored and adore my parents. (which honestly, I do.)
Anyway, they told me about a recent dinner with an ex-student of my father's who has become a friend. They both just love her...she was my father's favorite student, and the way she came to him was no small feat indeed. At nearly fifty years old now, she had and gave up a son at the age of 17. Shortly thereafter she took care of her parents, who were ill, until their deaths. Somewhere during this time she became completely agoraphobic, and did not leave her home for 23 years, save to venture into the gardens around her yard. She went on to graduate from Smith College. She, by all rights, should be published...her writing is that good. And how would I know? From her letter writing. She writes in almost journal form to my parents...starting a letter early in one month and going into the next...each segment as beautifully written as any short stories or essays I've ever written. As my father read to me, I could almost smell the candy like aromas of the confectionery dream garden she's been planting in her head over the years....her writing as Emily Dickinsonian as her previous life. She reads and writes a lot. Her descriptiveness in one vignette about a woman, comparing her to a church, is so beautiful that even as my father reads it, he weeps...as do I...as do we all, because it's pure and true and lovely.
I cannot remember the time I have last received a letter in the mail.
I suspect it was during the winter months when my parents were in Florida, as they both still do write letters.
They shamed me into writing them back.
I believe that was the last letter I wrote...harried and passionate, written in a fit of frustration with them for making such a big deal about a letter.
Now I know why.
Writing is so personal.
Letters are important.
I need to write more.
I WANT to write more.
I will write.
Anyway, they told me about a recent dinner with an ex-student of my father's who has become a friend. They both just love her...she was my father's favorite student, and the way she came to him was no small feat indeed. At nearly fifty years old now, she had and gave up a son at the age of 17. Shortly thereafter she took care of her parents, who were ill, until their deaths. Somewhere during this time she became completely agoraphobic, and did not leave her home for 23 years, save to venture into the gardens around her yard. She went on to graduate from Smith College. She, by all rights, should be published...her writing is that good. And how would I know? From her letter writing. She writes in almost journal form to my parents...starting a letter early in one month and going into the next...each segment as beautifully written as any short stories or essays I've ever written. As my father read to me, I could almost smell the candy like aromas of the confectionery dream garden she's been planting in her head over the years....her writing as Emily Dickinsonian as her previous life. She reads and writes a lot. Her descriptiveness in one vignette about a woman, comparing her to a church, is so beautiful that even as my father reads it, he weeps...as do I...as do we all, because it's pure and true and lovely.
I cannot remember the time I have last received a letter in the mail.
I suspect it was during the winter months when my parents were in Florida, as they both still do write letters.
They shamed me into writing them back.
I believe that was the last letter I wrote...harried and passionate, written in a fit of frustration with them for making such a big deal about a letter.
Now I know why.
Writing is so personal.
Letters are important.
I need to write more.
I WANT to write more.
I will write.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
I need to read...
I'm hungry for summer reading...lightweight fluff or historical novel, I need something to read. On Monday, after Hannah's graduation and party on Sunday, I wisely took the day off and jumped head first into a novel. Anita Shreve's "Seaglass - a Novel". It was sweet, and made me realize that it's been too long since I've had a good read.
Now, while I don't know who is poking around here, I know somebodies are...someone's looking from time to time. And if you read blogs, perhaps you read books, in which case I'd happily take suggestions. I've got a weekend on the beach fast approaching and want to crack the spine of something while hearing waves crashing down around me.
I know there's a new Augusten Burrough's coming out, but don't know when. Anyone?
Bueller?
Now, while I don't know who is poking around here, I know somebodies are...someone's looking from time to time. And if you read blogs, perhaps you read books, in which case I'd happily take suggestions. I've got a weekend on the beach fast approaching and want to crack the spine of something while hearing waves crashing down around me.
I know there's a new Augusten Burrough's coming out, but don't know when. Anyone?
Bueller?
Thursday, June 2, 2011
How many days to get ready for a graduation party?
As many as I can possibly finagle, honestly!
That's my reasoning behind leaving at noon today. Yes, it's Thursday. Yes, graduation is on Sunday.
You do the math...that's surely enough time to do everything I need to do...you know, excavate the yard, do all the gardening I've wanted to do for the last decade, apply fresh coats to paint to anything remotely dingy, par-cook enough chicken to feed forty or so friends and family...oh, and maybe there will even be time for a cleanse! I'd love to drop 10 pounds by Sunday...what are the odds of that happening?
Realistically, this is how I think the next few days will be spent:
Trip to New Hampshire to purchase mass quantities of booze.
Friday - Saturday: Drink mass quantities of booze purchased on Thursday in New Hampshire.
Sunday: Run around willy-nilly and slightly hung over trying to make deviled eggs and hope nobody will notice that I may not have gotten around to scrubbing baseboards in my bathrooms.
YAY!
That's my reasoning behind leaving at noon today. Yes, it's Thursday. Yes, graduation is on Sunday.
You do the math...that's surely enough time to do everything I need to do...you know, excavate the yard, do all the gardening I've wanted to do for the last decade, apply fresh coats to paint to anything remotely dingy, par-cook enough chicken to feed forty or so friends and family...oh, and maybe there will even be time for a cleanse! I'd love to drop 10 pounds by Sunday...what are the odds of that happening?
Realistically, this is how I think the next few days will be spent:
Trip to New Hampshire to purchase mass quantities of booze.
Friday - Saturday: Drink mass quantities of booze purchased on Thursday in New Hampshire.
Sunday: Run around willy-nilly and slightly hung over trying to make deviled eggs and hope nobody will notice that I may not have gotten around to scrubbing baseboards in my bathrooms.
YAY!
Monday, May 23, 2011
How is it even possible to have a child old enough to graduate?!
Because seriously, last time I looked, she was about 10. It's hard to believe that two little long haired, twirling hippies had a baby, just yesterday, I swear:
I'm not even sure she was baby so much as little froglette here...and we were so young and absolutely CLUELESS about the adventure we were setting out on. But somehow, this little baby thrived in our care:
Became a beauty...we thought (still do) the most beautiful baby in all the land. She was witty and funny, even as a toddler, speaking to us in adult speak accented by a faint lisp...one that my speech therapist mother didn't even have to cure...she was so smart she self corrected!
We delighted in the fact that her hair stayed red, and were even more pleased when freckles dotted the bridge of her nose, and eventually her entire sweet face:
a la the then also sweet faced Lindsay Lohan!
We delighted in the fact that her hair stayed red, and were even more pleased when freckles dotted the bridge of her nose, and eventually her entire sweet face:
a la the then also sweet faced Lindsay Lohan!This sweet little girl of mine is at school for her last full day. Her last full day of high school! Tomorrow she goes to prom...looking like the most beautiful girl I've always known she is:
The world is lying at her feet. Anything can happen. The future belongs to her. I'm insanely proud and love her fiercely. And while I occasionally miss that sweet baby face, I look forward to knowing the woman she is becoming. I mean it, despite the tears that are welling up trying to convince me otherwise.
Friday, May 20, 2011
How do we feel about this "Rapture" I keep hearing so much about?
I'm not a great planner, but I'm thinking about a post Rapture brunch?! You know, because post Rapture looting should never be attempted on an empty stomach. What best captures the essence? Eggs Benedict? Too showy? Fritatta? I just don't know. Definitely Bloody Marys...got to get my courage up pre-loot. Just hope I don't get all sleepy from the food and drink and miss out on all the iPads! Wish me luck!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
and on the umpteenth day, we started to build the damn ark!!!!!
It's rainy again today.
I cannot the last day it wasn't rainy...no, wait...yes I can. Last Friday...one week ago tomorrow.
I know this because I desperately wanted to flee my workplace but everyone else already had that idea before me, so I was the loser left behind minding the fort. My friend got completely sunburned that day in a way that I am actually jealous of now, knowing that he started his base tan nearly a week ago, and I have no idea when we might actually see that big yellow orb again. The newscasters tease us with ongoing regularity...on Tuesday it was Thursday, last night it was Monday, today it looks like Tuesday...for the love of all things not already soggy...let it be soon!!!
On the upside, it makes for lovely white noise and decent overall sleeping conditions.
I have to focus on the upside.
Other good things about rainy days:
I don't feel guilty about getting snuggly with a book on the sofa after work.
Comfort food tastes even better somehow.
We're in for a string of beautiful days once it stops...or at least I hope so. Maybe all this rain now will mean no rain for Hannah's prom and/or commencement?
Curly hair?
Saving propane for later in the summer, when I absolutely will NOT want to turn on the oven?
What say you?
Anyone else finding anything to celebrate with all this rain?
I cannot the last day it wasn't rainy...no, wait...yes I can. Last Friday...one week ago tomorrow.
I know this because I desperately wanted to flee my workplace but everyone else already had that idea before me, so I was the loser left behind minding the fort. My friend got completely sunburned that day in a way that I am actually jealous of now, knowing that he started his base tan nearly a week ago, and I have no idea when we might actually see that big yellow orb again. The newscasters tease us with ongoing regularity...on Tuesday it was Thursday, last night it was Monday, today it looks like Tuesday...for the love of all things not already soggy...let it be soon!!!
On the upside, it makes for lovely white noise and decent overall sleeping conditions.
I have to focus on the upside.
Other good things about rainy days:
I don't feel guilty about getting snuggly with a book on the sofa after work.
Comfort food tastes even better somehow.
We're in for a string of beautiful days once it stops...or at least I hope so. Maybe all this rain now will mean no rain for Hannah's prom and/or commencement?
Curly hair?
Saving propane for later in the summer, when I absolutely will NOT want to turn on the oven?
What say you?
Anyone else finding anything to celebrate with all this rain?
Friday, May 13, 2011
Blogger ate a post
Which is somehow alright with me, as I was sort of slamming somebody in it, but dammit, it was MY POST...and now it's just gonzo.
Today is one of those glorious once in a season kind of days and I'm working...a regular cellar dweller, missing the entire thing! It's bollocks! Also bollocks? The fact that more than half this office is out and it's Parents' Weekend. I am in jack-in-the-box mode and exhausted by it. My feet hurt. Mostly because I wore pink very high heels in support of my sweet friend Jodi's walk for breast cancer. I'm head to toe pink, but the toe part is feeling extremely tired right about now...killing me!
It's been a long week, and I'm ready for it to end, but mostly I'm wishing/ACHING to be outside...face to the sun getting a sprinkling of cinnamon sugar freckles across my nose while sipping an iced coffee and reading a good book. Why can't I have this?
Today is one of those glorious once in a season kind of days and I'm working...a regular cellar dweller, missing the entire thing! It's bollocks! Also bollocks? The fact that more than half this office is out and it's Parents' Weekend. I am in jack-in-the-box mode and exhausted by it. My feet hurt. Mostly because I wore pink very high heels in support of my sweet friend Jodi's walk for breast cancer. I'm head to toe pink, but the toe part is feeling extremely tired right about now...killing me!
It's been a long week, and I'm ready for it to end, but mostly I'm wishing/ACHING to be outside...face to the sun getting a sprinkling of cinnamon sugar freckles across my nose while sipping an iced coffee and reading a good book. Why can't I have this?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Things I do not understand...
Why do fingernails grow like weeds in the spring/summer time? My diet hasn't changed really. Does increased amounts of pate and cheese accelerate fingernail growth? No really, I need to know! I know it has nothing to do with sunshine, as we haven't seen enough of that to make any difference with anything of late.
The metric system.
No really, I simply just do not get it. Why was there such a big push for it in Europe? Why didn't it take off in the US? Are we just too simple to embrace the math? Or smart for refusing to do so?
Finally, what are we going to do as a whole when Oprah goes off the air? Has she simply made enough other people famous so that we won't miss her so much in her absence? Will the Doctors and Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil be enough? Does anyone even watch them?
Ok...I always feel better after a little purge.
Thanks a million!
Why do you need an entire day off to prepare green salad?
It's a salad.
You are having guests to dinner on a Friday night, and the main course is steak, which your husband is grillling. You're getting off easy by not having to prepare the actual meal at graduation. Hmmm...come to think of it, with graduation on a Saturday, why do you need Monday off, too? No bother, I've just amended my calendar to do the same, although I will actually be preparing food...to serve to more people...people who, like me, cannot stand the sound of gum snapping.
The metric system.
No really, I simply just do not get it. Why was there such a big push for it in Europe? Why didn't it take off in the US? Are we just too simple to embrace the math? Or smart for refusing to do so?
Finally, what are we going to do as a whole when Oprah goes off the air? Has she simply made enough other people famous so that we won't miss her so much in her absence? Will the Doctors and Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil be enough? Does anyone even watch them?
Ok...I always feel better after a little purge.
Thanks a million!
Monday, May 9, 2011
A very happy Mother's Day
They just seem to get better and better.
This year's mother's day was brought to me by ranunculus (my absolute favorite flower), bloody Mary's, hanging flowers, rose bushes, Godiva chocolates, sweet daughters, a good husband, a loving extended family, goopy cheeseburgers, and brownie sundaes. Oh, and our own attempt at a modern version of American Gothic...it just kind of happened...we have fun.
It's GOOD to have fun.
I'm blessed.
This year's mother's day was brought to me by ranunculus (my absolute favorite flower), bloody Mary's, hanging flowers, rose bushes, Godiva chocolates, sweet daughters, a good husband, a loving extended family, goopy cheeseburgers, and brownie sundaes. Oh, and our own attempt at a modern version of American Gothic...it just kind of happened...we have fun.
It's GOOD to have fun.
I'm blessed.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sun is out, funk is gone...must be Friday!
I think pizza and mojitos helped, too.
In any case...suddenly everything really is unicorn princesses and rainbows, and I'm rolling with it.
Sun is out, it's warming up, I have about 40 beautiful tulips in my garden, and it's Friday!! The Friday before Mother's Day. And the sun is out, did I mention that?
Emily will attend her first prom tomorrow night. I cannot fully wrap my head around this fact. First, that my youngest baby girl is 15 and therefore old enough to attend a prom. And the way she looks in the dress?! Fuggedaboudit! If her date's jaw doesn't literally hit the floor I'll be disappointed. Let's just say, much like her older sister, the apples didn't fall far from the tree. :) She looks beautiful, and I'm happy that her first prom will be with a friend and she should be able to really have fun and not feel any pressure to be anything other than a dance companion! (phew!)
We'll host a biggish crowd on Sunday for Mother's Day and I'm ready. I'm ready to be grilling slutty cheeseburgers and drinking gin on a sunny deck with my family...some of my dearest friends. I'm excited to be fully embracing spring this way, to put my hands in soil and plant some flowers and a plant of remembrance for Claudia...for all of us to remember her always.
So yes...what a difference a few days makes. Sun is the best drug out there...followed by Village Pizza, which honestly cures everything!
In any case...suddenly everything really is unicorn princesses and rainbows, and I'm rolling with it.
Sun is out, it's warming up, I have about 40 beautiful tulips in my garden, and it's Friday!! The Friday before Mother's Day. And the sun is out, did I mention that?
Emily will attend her first prom tomorrow night. I cannot fully wrap my head around this fact. First, that my youngest baby girl is 15 and therefore old enough to attend a prom. And the way she looks in the dress?! Fuggedaboudit! If her date's jaw doesn't literally hit the floor I'll be disappointed. Let's just say, much like her older sister, the apples didn't fall far from the tree. :) She looks beautiful, and I'm happy that her first prom will be with a friend and she should be able to really have fun and not feel any pressure to be anything other than a dance companion! (phew!)
We'll host a biggish crowd on Sunday for Mother's Day and I'm ready. I'm ready to be grilling slutty cheeseburgers and drinking gin on a sunny deck with my family...some of my dearest friends. I'm excited to be fully embracing spring this way, to put my hands in soil and plant some flowers and a plant of remembrance for Claudia...for all of us to remember her always.
So yes...what a difference a few days makes. Sun is the best drug out there...followed by Village Pizza, which honestly cures everything!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Anyone seen my happy?
I'm in a funk, plain and simple.
Nothing can seem to get me to snap out of it...or nothing I've tried so far.
I spent the weekend pretty much alone...which can be great and/or miserable, and proved to be a little of both.
Saturday was a little weird...kids slept late leaving me to myself in the morning. But after doing yoga, reading the paper and grocery shopping I felt suddenly rushed to go meet with an old friend and then off to the office for what turned out to be a waste of an hour. I did go to the library following that stint, and picked up some movies and books. Something to throw myself into on a non-pay weekend. Before I knew it I was home, prepping dinner...nothing special on Saturday night...standard fare. Geoff and I found ourselves kid-less, but I was in a foul mood...and not even a long soak in the tub could fix it. Sat in front of an infomercial for Time Life series of Singers and Songwriters of the 60s and 70s and wept. With Geoff. Dear god, what is going on with me?
Slept in on Sunday and woke to an empty house. Didn't feel remotely like exercising, so I didn't. I watched "Julie and Julia" instead. I never seem to see movies in a timely fashion. What does that even mean? Anyway, it prompted me to want to cook...so I did. A creamy carrot and cilantro soup, deviled eggs, stuffed mushroom caps, a red potato salad and pork chops to go with it all. My kids were due to be home and I invited a friend to join us. And then nobody came. Really...it was just Geoff and myself again. I cried. I stood at my kitchen sink and wept. Not at the thought of being alone with Geoff, but just feeling let down. I put everything in the fridge and we ate soup and mushrooms, and I took yet another bath and was in pj's by 7pm.
I took Monday off. I just couldn't face the day.
Plus, in addition to this ill mood, I had a recurrence of a most pesky ailment that will not be named. And suffice it to say, this was enough to keep me home, but the ill mood absolutely kept me abed a little longer than usual. I did not exercise...again. Instead I spent the day reading. Short stories. They're good. I'm practically addicted. Written by the same author over 20 years and all published in the New Yorker...the themes are strong but also rather depressing.
I came in to work today after missing one day and immediately felt attacked when questioned about something I did on Friday. I burst into tears. What is wrong with me?
I need some HAPPY!!!!
Today I will go home and do yoga.
I'm hoping this will help.
I don't know what else to do.
Nothing can seem to get me to snap out of it...or nothing I've tried so far.
I spent the weekend pretty much alone...which can be great and/or miserable, and proved to be a little of both.
Saturday was a little weird...kids slept late leaving me to myself in the morning. But after doing yoga, reading the paper and grocery shopping I felt suddenly rushed to go meet with an old friend and then off to the office for what turned out to be a waste of an hour. I did go to the library following that stint, and picked up some movies and books. Something to throw myself into on a non-pay weekend. Before I knew it I was home, prepping dinner...nothing special on Saturday night...standard fare. Geoff and I found ourselves kid-less, but I was in a foul mood...and not even a long soak in the tub could fix it. Sat in front of an infomercial for Time Life series of Singers and Songwriters of the 60s and 70s and wept. With Geoff. Dear god, what is going on with me?
Slept in on Sunday and woke to an empty house. Didn't feel remotely like exercising, so I didn't. I watched "Julie and Julia" instead. I never seem to see movies in a timely fashion. What does that even mean? Anyway, it prompted me to want to cook...so I did. A creamy carrot and cilantro soup, deviled eggs, stuffed mushroom caps, a red potato salad and pork chops to go with it all. My kids were due to be home and I invited a friend to join us. And then nobody came. Really...it was just Geoff and myself again. I cried. I stood at my kitchen sink and wept. Not at the thought of being alone with Geoff, but just feeling let down. I put everything in the fridge and we ate soup and mushrooms, and I took yet another bath and was in pj's by 7pm.
I took Monday off. I just couldn't face the day.
Plus, in addition to this ill mood, I had a recurrence of a most pesky ailment that will not be named. And suffice it to say, this was enough to keep me home, but the ill mood absolutely kept me abed a little longer than usual. I did not exercise...again. Instead I spent the day reading. Short stories. They're good. I'm practically addicted. Written by the same author over 20 years and all published in the New Yorker...the themes are strong but also rather depressing.
I came in to work today after missing one day and immediately felt attacked when questioned about something I did on Friday. I burst into tears. What is wrong with me?
I need some HAPPY!!!!
Today I will go home and do yoga.
I'm hoping this will help.
I don't know what else to do.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Yeah, NO...I did not DVR the royal wedding...
Really? Are you asking me this in all seriousness?
Do I look insane?!
If this is the highlight of your week, and I'm offending you in some way, I most certainly do offer an apology.
I'm sorry you're PATHETIC!
I don't care what the gown looked like.
I really don't.
Di's was hideous. I wasn't about to wake up at 4am to see if Kate got it right.
Call me crazy, but I like sleeping at 4am.
Really.
A lot!
So much so that I hit snooze twice today and slept until 6:30!
I know, right? How bold! Crazy, even.
I'm a little sad that the news of the world stands still for a royal wedding, honestly. Does being a royal keep you from any privacy whatsoever?
I understand how Britain is all excited...it's a big deal. We certainly don't know what that's like. What's the closest to royal union we've witnessed over here? Chelsea Clinton's nuptials? Do you even remember? She married a jewish kid she'd been with since the dawn of time. First boyfriend maybe? Name totally escapes me, but I'm pretty sure they smashed a glass at the wedding.
Anyway...I'm looking forward to avoiding all things Royal Wedding today.
Which means I cannot do anything on line, cannot turn on a television or radio, etc.
TGIF! :)
Do I look insane?!
If this is the highlight of your week, and I'm offending you in some way, I most certainly do offer an apology.
I'm sorry you're PATHETIC!
I don't care what the gown looked like.
I really don't.
Di's was hideous. I wasn't about to wake up at 4am to see if Kate got it right.
Call me crazy, but I like sleeping at 4am.
Really.
A lot!
So much so that I hit snooze twice today and slept until 6:30!
I know, right? How bold! Crazy, even.
I'm a little sad that the news of the world stands still for a royal wedding, honestly. Does being a royal keep you from any privacy whatsoever?
I understand how Britain is all excited...it's a big deal. We certainly don't know what that's like. What's the closest to royal union we've witnessed over here? Chelsea Clinton's nuptials? Do you even remember? She married a jewish kid she'd been with since the dawn of time. First boyfriend maybe? Name totally escapes me, but I'm pretty sure they smashed a glass at the wedding.
Anyway...I'm looking forward to avoiding all things Royal Wedding today.
Which means I cannot do anything on line, cannot turn on a television or radio, etc.
TGIF! :)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
What a good reminder...
I don't often think about where a penis has been because, well, I've been with the same penis for about 20 years and like to think I KNOW where it's been...but this is kind of great. I mean, he's a traveling penis, fer crying out loud.
Also, apropos of nothing, it IS Hump Day, so there ya go.
Consider yourself blogged!
Also, apropos of nothing, it IS Hump Day, so there ya go.
Consider yourself blogged!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I'd be walken up one side and down the other of this...
I have far too much other stuff to be doing today, but thought I'd whip this out quickly...for me to come back to and enjoy the Walken...and for anyone else to do the same! :)
Monday, April 25, 2011
Needing more out of this adult life
I have a good life. I know this statement is true on the most basic level, however there is never any wiggle room for anything to go wrong. No wrenches can afford to be tossed or all hell breaks loose.
Will I ever know what it's like to live other than paycheck to paycheck? Will I be grownup some day and have an actual savings account? Will I live a life out of debt and be able to afford a setback like car trouble and not lose sleep wondering what my family (or I) can do without in order to be able to drive to and from work, kids to and from school/friends' houses/malls to buy spring clothing I clearly cannot afford? It's exhausting and I feel utterly exhausted by it.
I have the gift of good health.
I have a family who loves me.
There is a roof over my head, and lights that go on and off, and heat when I need it, and food and I manage to squeak out a little money for wine, too. But why isn't it ever enough?
I want to lead a lifestyle for the life I feel I should have.
Not this one that has me doing something to just cover the basics.
I'm just so tired.
Will I ever know what it's like to live other than paycheck to paycheck? Will I be grownup some day and have an actual savings account? Will I live a life out of debt and be able to afford a setback like car trouble and not lose sleep wondering what my family (or I) can do without in order to be able to drive to and from work, kids to and from school/friends' houses/malls to buy spring clothing I clearly cannot afford? It's exhausting and I feel utterly exhausted by it.
I have the gift of good health.
I have a family who loves me.
There is a roof over my head, and lights that go on and off, and heat when I need it, and food and I manage to squeak out a little money for wine, too. But why isn't it ever enough?
I want to lead a lifestyle for the life I feel I should have.
Not this one that has me doing something to just cover the basics.
I'm just so tired.
Friday, April 22, 2011
An attempt to get back to what I love...
...emptying my head!
I wrote on a friend's blog today and instantly missed keeping one of my own.
I am sure I have nothing noteworthy to share, but I don't think that's really the point of blogging.
It's more like free therapy...verbal vomiting in the form of written word, and a whole lot less expensive! :)
I've always liked to write, and I like the idea of keeping a journal, but nobody puts actual pen to paper anymore...do they?
I'll poke around here more soon...need to figure it all out.
I wrote on a friend's blog today and instantly missed keeping one of my own.
I am sure I have nothing noteworthy to share, but I don't think that's really the point of blogging.
It's more like free therapy...verbal vomiting in the form of written word, and a whole lot less expensive! :)
I've always liked to write, and I like the idea of keeping a journal, but nobody puts actual pen to paper anymore...do they?
I'll poke around here more soon...need to figure it all out.
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