Tuesday, December 28, 2004
I found I had way more lids to Tupperware than I did the actual Tupperware dishes, so I tossed them out. Then I hit the big pots and pan cabinet, like I need a roasting pan the size of Cuba! so I widdled that cabinet down to a highly organized cabinet! I then tackled that Mount Olympus pile of paperwork and threw out and/or shredded that down to a small stack (memo to self pay some bills...will ya! ) LOL
I then emptied out the shoe bin (old toy box) in the bottom of the hall closet and found tons of my children's shoes 3 sizes to small for them now, also hit a few hampers and now I have a ton of stuff to donate (Amvets please call soon!) and as from my earlier entry you read about my Christmas Wish list........kitchen gadgets! Yikessss! It's like I'm nesting or something! Heaven forbid my tubal ligation gives out on me now!!!!!! I couldn't even imagine adding to my family at this stage in my life..You know you have to sign a hold harmless on those operations...they aren't 100% guaranteed! And the doctors don't want to be sued by some mid-life psycho woman who just found out she's pregnant (again) My last two children are only 10.5 months apart.....Yup I was only un-pregnant 7 weeks between my last two lil darlings.......Thank God they are now 12 and 13! I think I'm still in shock over that one! lol
OK back to work for me.........I'm taking down the Christmas stuff already.....I hate when my Living Room isn't just right! I'm taking full advantage of this lil power burst cuz I know it won't last! lol lol lol
Sunday, December 26, 2004
I was told it was gremlins growing up, when asked if I ever had something that had gone missing as a child, I always blamed it on 'Idontknow' and 'notme' But the things that go MIA in my house are the weird things! What the heck do they want with a do-hickey!!! For all I know it's buried in the back yard somewhere!
I could shingle a house with all the house keys that have turned up missing, I often think about running a continuous ad in the local paper "Found a key? it's probably one of mine please return to 'yadda-yadda' for a small reward and please knock before entering if your going to use my key!" lol
So for this Christmas, (and I think I'm going to have to burn my DIVA card on this one) I asked for a new hand mixer (YES a small appliance! Can you believe that??) and a new set of oven mitts and oven gloves and the largest crock pot they make! My husband just looked at me funny when I read my 'wish list' and then he felt my head to make sure I wasn't delirious with fever, then calmly said,"So I don't have to make a tripto your favorite jewelry store?" (They call me if they haven't seen me in awhile.....no lie!) and I replied, "nope" and he said, "And I won't get killed for giving you a small appliance for a Christmas present?" and I replied, "Nope"
and then he muttered something about 'A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE' and went off to do his shopping! lol
If this is what middle age does to a spoiled rotten lil brat then I don't wanna grow up! I'm a 'Tiffany's R us' kinda girl and now I'm asking for kitchen gadgets???? I must be coming down with something!
By the way........I was so good Santa brought me everything I asked for on my pitiful lil Christmas wish list...oven mitts and all! lol lol lol
Friday, December 24, 2004
When you take time to let your mind wander through all the years past, it's not the gifts you received, it's not the gifts you gave, it's the memories that accompany them. It's reminiscing about Christmas mornings as a child and remember almost bursting with anticipation to see what Santa brought you, how many gifts do you actually remember? I remember more of family and friends who shared in the holidays festivities and traditions, I remember going to Grandma's house to be with Aunts, Uncles and my many cousins. I remember our first Christmas in our permanent house after military life and my parents buying a tree that spun around and played Christmas songs, and the bright red, multitiered bauble placed in honor, at the top.
Even the not so good memories hold a special place in my heart, they keep me humble and help me to always appreciate the life I have now. It's the memories of my own children's Christmas mornings waddling out of their beds, all sleepy eyed and wrapped up warmly in their feety pajamas flopping down the stairs to suddenly come alive with the sight of how good they must have been for Santa to bring them so many gifts!
I think how empty my heart would be if I didn't have all these wonderful memories of time and places and most of all the people who have meant the world to me. I try to always be aware that at any given moment another great memory can be made, if not for me than for somebody else.
May this season bring you your own wonderful memories of Christmas's past and may you have more wonderful times ahead in your future and may you always be grateful for what you have right now, here in the present.
Monday, December 20, 2004
I know she was happy with the life she lead, she had the love of a great man who absolutely adored her, her husband. She was present in her children's life and lived to see them become adults themselves and witnessed her own children know true love. She was able to hold her first grandchild in her arms, this her last year on earth.
She was a quiet and unassuming woman, but nothing ever got passed her, she had a keen wit and had me laughing just last weekend with her observations of other people who attended the party. She was also a woman who knew how to shop! We often shared our new found treasure conquests with each other. She didn't like a lot of people but she did liked me and I her. I will be forever grateful for her friendship through the years.
Our biggest giggles came from avoiding another friends husband who liked to get a lil too friendly with wives of his friends, so table seating was a huge issue and giggle between us. During dinners together, we always sat in between our husbands next to each other to avoid the attempts of this man.
The next few days will be difficult for me, death is always worse for those left behind, my heart will break over and over again watching her husband grieve for her. Their love was a great love.
Rita.........I am so blessed to have known you and had you in my life and you will be missed girlfriend.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
There are just those perfect love songs, when you hear it for the first time it takes you back to falling in love again. This is just one of those songs, it was also recorded by Aaron Neville and both renditions are awesome, but I love Van Morrison (It's a marvelous night for a moon dance) But this song (Crazy Love) brings back wonderfully delicious memories..........ahhhh Young Love! lol lol lol
Crazy Love Lyrics
by Van Morrison
I can hear her heart beat from a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
Yes I need her in the daytime
Yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
And kiss her hug her and kiss her hug her tight
And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin’ brighten up my day
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Someday I would love to have an English Style garden, right now I'm afraid of commitments.....(to gardens that is lol) So right now I just garden in pots and flower boxes. This photo was taken last spring at the height of my Martha Stewart mood.
Friday, December 17, 2004
I don't pick up pennies found in the street, I know they are meant to be picked up and wished upon, but I'm pretty content with what I have so I leave the pennies for someone else to wish on.
Before Caller ID, I never answered the phone until after the third ring, and I have no explanation for this! lol
I binge on coffee, I will go weeks and weeks of HAVING to have it, then I don't touch the stuff for months! (I think I just heard DORN hit the floor!)
I don't share chocolate very well................ OHHH all right! I don't share chocolate at all....try to swipe a piece and you might loose a hand over it!
My favorite class in High School was.......Earth Science
I have a long standing *~CRUSH~* on Sam Elliot............he was soooo HOT in the movie "Mask" with Cher.......That man can say the ABC's and make me melt to this day! I also have a slight crush on Andrea Bocelli, an Italian Tenor whose voice simply carries me away, he is amazing!
I still LOVE peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and yes this choosy Mother chooses JIF lol
I can't do anything unless music is playing softly in the background, I enjoy all forms of music....it's a great motivator!
The only things I salt is popcorn and potatoes..........anything else and I'm a pepper girl!
I am anal when it comes to symmetry, everything has to line up! It drives me crazy that I can't view things on angles or slightly off centered.........I wonder what a shrink would think about this??? lol
Well, enough about me.....tell me something from your quirky side!
Thursday, December 16, 2004
Judith Heartsong's Art Essay
Decembers theme will be best Christmas gift ever received.
I know this might come as a shock to most of you but I'm a lil spoiled, Ok more than just a little. It's not my fault......NO! really it isn't!...... I have been spoiled all of my life, it was my birth right. I am baby in the family. And I'm a firm believer once your a spoiled brat there is no way of going back! lol So this makes buying gifts for me kind of difficult, I like what I like and I hate what I hate. I'm a much better gift giver than receiver, but I was raised with manners and I am gracious.
Some of my best gifts would not be prized by anyone else but me, they are the gifts that can't compare to even the best baubles and trinkets. They are gifts that I still can look at year after year and smile all the way down to my heart.
They are the hand rolled and molded bubble gum pink and mint green, lop sided ash trays made with love from one of my children even though neither my Husband or myself smoke, it was molded out of clay with love from her once very small hands and traces of her tiny finger prints can still be found woven in and out of the truly loved ash tray,
It is the hand written Christmas Card along with a petrified candy cane attached to it, that says "I am the best mommy in the whole wide world! Love, Jimmy" written in a kindergarten script that only I alone can decipher. A few of the letters are written backwards, some letters are larger than others but nonetheless it's perfect! Given to me from my last baby I sent of to kindergarten many moons ago.
It is the 'baby pink' pig fairy with the golden wings with just a bit of the tip broken off, made especially for me because I used to adore pigs, it was precious enough to make it into the display case at school for a month before making its way under the Christmas Tree wrapped in layer after layer of tissue paper to ensure it's safe arrival.
It's the Hallmark card given to me by my Husbands First born which said,"Even though you did not give birth to me you are the best mother I could ever have and in my heart I will always be your daughter"
It is the "time" my husband spent at the perfume counter during the rush of holiday shopper's trying to avoid the woman going around dousing everyone with perfume samples and picking out the scent that would always remind me how much I am loved.
Funny how it wasn't the diamond earrings with the matching jackets, but the silly little after thought of jumping on a replica of ET in the bicycle basket with the night time sky and full moon as a back light, to pose for a picture, taken just to see me smile! While all the other shoppers thought this grown man who was all alone, must have lost his mind! His grin in this picture still causes me blush! It's his wonderful sense of humor who will forever put himself 'out there' all to get a giggle out of me!
It's all the macaroni necklaces, lop sided pottery, hand sewn sock snowmen, and all the hand written Christmas Cards and that horrible but wonderful, petrified cow dung shaped into a pig and was sold throughout the Hallmark stores in my area as "Poop Pets" and given to me with a note from my Darling Husband that read," Here! Now you can never say that I didn't give you 'chit' for Christmas!" thesewill be forever be my most cherished Christmas gifts!
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!
*~~December's Artsy Essay~~*
Wednesday, December 15, 2004
Ok.........You wanted Big/Bad hair day pictures...you've got it! lol any normal day I'm five foot tall zero inches tall, on a good hair day I can be 5'1 but back in the early 80's I could be 5'9 if I wanted to be......on this particular day I might have hit 5'10! lol lol lol
Laugh all you want but I think I'm suffering from second hand hair spray from my own 3 daughter's now! lol
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I help in the choosing of the hall, the menu, the entertainment, the decorations, the bar and the gifts for the gift table, I do the shopping for the gifts that go on the gift table, I make the center pieces year after year and donate them to the club to delight someone when they find the candy cane taped to their chair and win the centerpiece, I make sure everything runs smoothly, does the head waitress know my Husbands name and where to find him at any given moment?....... NO! ....Does he leave his dinner at the table to get cold, while he checks table to table to make sure everybody ( all 103 of them) has what they need and are enjoying themselves........NO! Does he field the complaints when things aren't just perfect? ...NO! But does he get the pat on the back at the end of the night, when everybody is joyous that this years party was another great success........YES!
What did I get out of it this year?....maybe a new career? I must 'work' the room very well for a young couple came up to me half way through the night to tell me about becoming engaged and that they were was so impressed with the dinner and the hall and the decorations that they wanted to book their upcoming wedding in July and asked me if the date was available.........for some strange reason this girl couldn't get it through her head that I don't work for the hall, that I was just 'Hosting' this party.....Hmmmmmmmm maybe I should become an event planner! lol
Now on to Sunday's party, it was my Father's side of the family's annual Christmas party......which I like to refer to as MY BIG, FAT,OBNOXIOUS IRISH BOOZEFEST! lol My Father's side of the family had 7 children, those 7 children had 17 grand children, those 17 grand children have had (so far) 26 great grand children and 1 (so far) great great grandchild so needless to say with spouses it adds up to 55 people plus throw a few friends in there for good luck and it makes for a very festive and loud Christmas party! lol And at the head of the table year after year is the matriarch of the family, my Father Mother who God bless her soul started this loud bunch back in 1937! lol She is going to be 88 next year and insists that the whole family always attend because this is her FINAL year....(she's been saying that for 12 years now! lol) I figure with the Brandy she's always nipping on she pickled by now and is going to last much longer! lol
The Irish like to celebrate everything! We even celebrate death, when we loose a loved one we all gather for a few kind words then a huge celebration begins to remember our loved one and their passing. We toast to their life, their death, their family, their good deeds here on earth and even their bad deeds. I'm beginning to think we just like to drink! lol lol lol
Plop.... Plop..... Fizz....Fizz...oh! What a relief it is! And what does next weekend have in store for me? 2 more parties but this time, I'm a guest! lol
Thursday, December 9, 2004
Jodi is a girlfriend of mine who was forever dating and falling in love with MR. SOOOO WRONG. She dated a man who lets just say would fit into the 'Soprano's' very nicely, she dated a man who was divorced 3 times, jobless and back home living with MOMMY (how many red flags does a sista really need??) lol lol lol She dated her Boss. Then she met Rodney (enter Mr Right...right now, right time, right everything!) I adored him instantly, but was he up for the challenge of 'handling' Jodi?
He definitely was and asked her Father for her hand in marriage right before their 1 year dating anniversary. She was the baby in her family and also the daughter they never thought they'd marry off! lol So they pulled in all the stops on this wedding! My Jim and Rodney became fast friends so we were both asked to stand up to their wedding. This was kinda special to me because Jim and I eloped, we come from a long line of elopers, so this was a lil chance to actually walk to the aisle with my Husband, (Jodi nixed me wearing a veil too! lol) But I secretly did the something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue thingy! lol
The church was beautiful, Jodi and Rodney were beautiful, our dresses were beautiful, the hall was gorgeous and the Italian's now how to feast a banquet! We had a blast at the wedding, all of our friends, all gussied up and in one place at the same time! We conga lined through other people's receptions, we tango'd down the sidewalk, by the time we all left there, we knew everybody in the place. It was quite the celebration, but I was ready to get out of that dress and bustiere, get out of my shoes, garters and stockings and get comfortable.
The ride home from the reception hall was a good hour so I had packed an overnight bag of sweat pants and a sweatshirt for the long ride home. So as soon as I hit the parking lot the clothes started coming off! lol Since it was the middle of the night I didn't expect too much traffic as I did a slow strip tease for my husband in our SUV on the way home (all in bad taste of course!) that I didn't notice was a squad car to the left of us waiting to make a right turn onto the street we were making a left turn to get off of, so here I am in my final glory stage of whipping my bustiere off and swinging it over my head, when the cops lights hit the windshield! It's like being displayed in one of Macy's Christmas windows! lol
Of course my Husband Jim, just starts laughing but I'm freaking out, here I am naked as the day I arrived in this world, painted up like a hooker and no ID to prove that I'm not!!! The purse that I brought was only big enough to hold a tube of lipstick and compact! So the cop looks from Jim to me and back to Jim again and then Jim precedes to raise his hands and shrug in that " Well....What can ya do" fashion and the cop does the same thing and just drives away! I dress quickly into my sweats and ride home completely mortified!
Damn the cop, damn the bustiere..... Most of all DAMN the tequila!
Laughing all the way.....ha ha ha
Wednesday, December 8, 2004
Just a list of a few things I learned along the way on Parenting and running a house, that made it just a wee bit easier on me, the multitasking CEO of this crazy family of mine!
Each child has their own hamper in their own room along with a laundry basket, that way I do all their laundry individually then fold or hang their clothes and then only one trip up to each of the rooms for them to put away and I am no longer running from room to room with every laundry basket.
Go on a family vacation every year? How I make this easier for me is I combine getting ready for this trip and adding to their wardrobe by buying the new clothes that they need for what ever season we plan the trip in. I buy their new socks and new underwear and a few new outfits for each child before we go out of town, then I don't have to worry about going through their wardrobe putting outfits together, (this was a huge help when they were all younger and needed me to do the choosing and the packing for them) Also it secretly impressed my Mother-in-law with how snappy and bright their appearances were! lol Since we do our family vacations in the summer, its a good time to buy the clothes they need every summer and when we are/were school clothes shopping that takes care of the winter vacation wardrobes.
When they were all younger and this worked for a long time, each chore in the house was listed and given an appropriate amount of points as a reward for doing the chores and since my kids ages were spread out into 2 different age groups I had chores listed even the lil ones could do, like straighten the pillows on the couches, feed the pets, straighten the shoes in the hall, just little stuff that made a huge difference in the appearance of the house and then I kept a list of the children with the points they earned. When they wanted to do something like a trip to the mall, or a sleep over or eat at someone's house or have someone eat here or a new CD or ice cream from the ice cream truck they had to cash in the points for these requests, they could even cash in some points for cash if they needed it to splurge on something they wanted but I wasn't going to buy for them. They learned.... You want something? WORK FOR IT! Don't expect to get handed everything in life. Everything is a privilege and it must be earned. This worked for about 4 years.....I had 4 years of a very tidy house and no whinny children, bad behavior resulted with points being taken away.......They didn't like that so they were very good! lol
We also keep a huge change jug, we all add to this through out the year and usually in late winter when we are all about stir crazy from being locked up in the house all winter we have enough spare change to take a 4 day trip to a semi-local indoor water park resort.
Holiday presents to buy as gifts to mail man, teachers, etc.? Wait until after Christmas sales like 70% off and buy gifts that are great old stand buys, bath lotion sets, candle sets, stationary, small Christmas decorations, picture frames any non food item (ICK!) and put away for next years gift giving season. really good idea when you have lots of little gifts to buy!
Christmas is also a great time of year while food shopping to get in on all the buy 1 get 1 free items and ask the grocery bagger to put all 'extras' in a separate bags and drop off at a local shelter, food bank or local church on your way home from grocery shopping.
I also have each of my children pick a name of the Christmas gift Tree and they usually try to find one with a first name like theirs or at least their own age group and then help me to pick up a gift to add to the Christmas giving tree in their name.......it helps them to remember the holiday spirit of giving and think about those who are a lil down on their luck right now or you can sponsor a Christmas dinner for a needy family. Christmas should be special for EVERY child.
Would love to hear from anyone else who has ANY tips for making "MOM" an easier job!
Tuesday, December 7, 2004
Just a funny lil Christmas quip from my son and youngest daughter when he was about 6 and she was 7 (he's 12 now and she's 13)
We were all sitting around one snowy winter afternoon and I thought it would be a nice time to pull out all the old family videos from memories gone by, so we started off with the very first Christmas with the camcorder, It happened to be my first child's Christmas before the other siblings came along, and since she was the only child, the first grandchild, the first great grandchild and the first niece to Aunts and Uncles, needless to say the tree was completely surrounded with gifts going half way up the tree.
Now my Son and our youngest Daughter are sitting side by side each other eating popcorn and watching these old movies, and my son bumps by daughter and say's "Wow! Amanda musta been REALLY good girl that year, did ya see all the presents Santa gave her?" and my daughter says, "I don't think you (meaning her brother) could ever be THAT good!"
My Husband, my two older children (who no longer believed in Santa) and I laughed our heads off but then quick thinking Mom that I am who tries to never miss an opportunity to teach valuable lessons or find ways to motivate good behavior said, "It's never too late to start trying!"
Now Santa Baby.....if your reading.......even though I've been a good girl this year, I wouldn't mind finding a huge lump of coal in my stocking as long as Mother Earth has heated and compressed it, and it has found its way to a jeweler who has cut it perfectly, shined it all up and set it in 14 carat ANYTHING! lol lol lol
Santa Baby (My favorite Christmas song)
written by J. Javits and P. Springer
originally sung by Ertha Kitt (The Original Batwoman)
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me
I've been an awful good girl
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue
I'll wait up for you dear
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be oh so good
If you'd check off my Christmas list
Boo doo bee doo
Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's
Not a lot
I've been an angel all year
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks
Sign your 'X' on the line
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany's
I really do believe in you
Let's see if you believe in me
Boo doo bee doo
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don't mean a phone
Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Hurry down the chimney tonight
Monday, December 6, 2004
Ok, I have made up my mind and I am going to take on an old irrational fear of mine head on! lol I am going on a cruise! lol I have no idea why I am petrified of cruise ships, Titanic maybe? one too many viewings of the Poseidon Adventure? who knows! I am also going to be boarding an air plane for the first time since 2001 pre-September 11th. So count that as two irrational fears of mine head on!
A few of the Wives from the Lake Club we joined this past summer including my sister-in-law have agreed that all our husbands get too much 'play time' together and in doing that, us as Wives are always left behind taking care of everything, while they go on many hunting and fishing trips together year after year. It's now equal opportunity 'Play time' and they wives are rebelling and we just booked a cruise leaving out of Los Angeles and cruising to Baja California (Mexico) woooooo hooooooo!
We booked the trip for a few months down the line and I took a virtual tour of the ship and the suites ( gotta love the internet!) and I was so happy to see the private balcony in our suite! (here is where my maybe not so irrational fear comes into play) The thought of even walking the gang plank onto a ship scared the bajeebies out of me and EVEN the thought of going into the belly of the boat was some place I couldn't even let my mind explore! My worse fear would have been a cabin in the belly of the boat with just a 15 inch porthole to look out of. I was always thinking I would never be able to squeeze my much larger size butt out of a 15 inch porthole in case the need arrived and I had to plan my escape! lol So you see having a balcony right outside our suite I don't have to worry about saving myself in case of an emergency my butt is much smaller than the balcony door THANK GOD! lol
So I am tossing my fears of ships to the side and over packing of course and lettin' it rip! lol lol lol Our husbands are in complete shock! We all got that *deer in the headlight* look from them when we announced our plans to them this past weekend at the lake, we followed them there, it was the last day of gun season and it's the only place we could catch them all at the same time, to spring this idea on them! lol each of us got,"whatta ya mean your going on a cruise?" and then, "And your going without us?" it was priceless! "Yep we are going and we are going without you! We'll call you if we need BAIL MONEY!!!"
And we'll have fun.... fun.... fun.... till our daddy's take our t-birds away! lol
Sunday, December 5, 2004
My first few years off of meds and dealing with the bouts of depression was very trying to say the least, I would feel the pull of depression start as early as November, but I learned the harder I tried to keep it at bay, the more intense the feeling of foreboding and the longer the periods of depression would last. So if I just accept this part of me that I referred to as 'Down time' the easier it was for me to go through it. That old saying 'This too shall pass' brought great comfort, for just as I knew that depression could and would find me again, I knew that it would pass too.
I still have bouts of depression, but they are fewer and far between but I have to admit this year in particular some of the old intensity has returned, but knowing that spring time always follows winter, helps me see the light at the end of the tunnel. Knowing that no matter how much despair and BLAH you feel, always remember it's not going to last a life time only a small moment of time in my life, is a great copping mechanism.
I want to thank everybody for their words of encouragement during this series, some of you have mentioned about how brave I am to show this not so perfect side of me, but I wanted to expose this side of me as well as the other not so perfect sides of my life, to maybe help someone somewhere either feeling what I have felt or experiencing it for the first time that it doesn't have to define you, that it doesn't have to control you and you can have a good life.
Here are a few things that helped me along the way, just some really simple ideas to chase away the blues.
Lemon Scented candles - smell is an important part of our life, it can trigger memories, for me it is a reminder of summer time, which is a time that is free of depression for those who suffer from bipolar depression. I really like William-Sonoma kitchen candle in lemon scent it is the most like lemon and doesn't smell like pledge furniture polish (Yuk! house cleaning is enough to make me depressed! lol)
Take advantage of every sunny day - Flood your home with it, open blinds, lift up shades, let it fill your home or at least the room you spend most of your time in.
Spend at least one to two days a week outside of the house - This forces you to shower, dress and participate in life. You can meet friends or family for lunch, dinner or shopping. Or you can just spend the day out there by yourself.
Call an old friend - the kind of old friend that you can laugh and I mean really laugh with over silly stuff you did when you were younger. Once you re-establish that old friendship call on this person every time you could use a giggle. Make plans to get together with them when your feeling up to it.
Most important TALK ABOUT IT! you would be surprised to find out how many other people have experienced some of the same things that you are experiencing now. It doesn't always have to be a 'down' conversation, we all have the capability to laugh at ourselves.
The 'Blues' always seems to catch us off guard, but it's a natural life experience. Some people's 'Blues' are just a lil deeper than others. Reach out to someone else having a bad time of it, it will be good for your own healing and you might be just reaching that person 'IN TIME' in their own battle with depression.
And when you feel that old feeling creeping up on you, just think 'bring it on!' let it wash over you, let yourself have a few 'down' days and once you accept it as a part of your life, it's easier to deal with. For me this helped to speed it along, now when I do have a bout with it, it only lasts for a few days at a time instead of weeks and weeks and I find myself able to work through it.........life is good and I am thankful!
Just remember you have felt this way before and THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
Saturday, December 4, 2004
For those that aren't sure how antidepressants effect your body, I liken it to a "Flat Line" No ups, no downs... simply a flat line. They want to stop you from feeling the terrible lows but in doing so they block the "JOY" you experience in life too. Your no longer sad...your no longer happy....your just......there.
I had grown up manic, I loved that side of my personality, when I am in my manic stage I am super woman, it is such a part of my personality, that without it I was struggling to be me. Only a few of my best friends and others knew what I was going through and they were my angels, the weeks I would disappear into myself they would call and talk to me through my answering machine,"We know your there, we just want you to know we are thinking about you and we love you!" I didn't want to leave my room, answer the phone, clean myself up, forget about hair and make up, just brushing my teeth was a struggle, I just wanted to sleep my life away. During sleep you don't have to deal with anything, no stress, no decisions, no conversation, no questions and answers just the quiet, dark place found in sleep.
Some of my other friends found this to be very difficult to deal with, they didn't know how to deal with me this way, so they just avoided me, others were shocked that Happy-go-lucky Kim suffered from depression ( I hid it well) I never left my room, let alone my house during the worse of it all, so they only knew the manic side of me, the side I had grown up with, it wasn't until my late 20's that the depressive side of the disorder showed itself full force.
Panic attacks would happen out of nowhere, the weird thing is that increases in 'Noise levels' is what would trigger them. I would be out and in a safe mood and all of a sudden the noise level would go up and I would have to leave where ever I was, to escape to the safety of my room. I left restaurants with food being ordered, I left grocery carts filled with groceries, I left school functions (kids) without a word to anybody, only the safety of being in my room brought my panic attacks to an end. My Husband was able to read my face very well now and he would know when to hand me the car keys while he would order the meal we just ordered 'to go' now and I would run to the truck and wait for him to rush me home to the safty of my room.
After a couple years of 'Talk therapy' and meds I decided I was going to stop all medication. I was so sick and tired of taking pills, so without my family or my Doctors knowledge (I don't advise this!) I stopped taking everything. No more Prozac, no more Synthroid (thyroid disease) (big NO NO found that out later) and no more Depakote. (Seizures) I seemed to have more seizures on that medicine than off of it. I went from having maybe 2 seizures a month to having multiple seizures a day. They aren't grand mal seizures, it's not epileptic in nature, they were petite mal seizures. At one time I was so drugged up, I had put my baby boy (toddler) down and just walked away from him. We were at a restaurant and Jim handed me the baby to go find a table while he took the girls to the washroom and I just put lil Jimmy down and walked away. Jim came to the table and asked where the baby was and I didn't even remember having him. Jimmy was found unharmed terrorizing other restaurant patrons, but that was it, I can't put my children in jeopardy while trying to heal myself.
I couldn't stand going through life without being able to experience all the emotions that goes along with it. I have to be able to experience 'JOY'...I had to be able to 'Function'.. I had babies and small children. I later had to start taking my thyroid medicine because that is basically the 'brain' of your whole body, it regulates so many things can even bring on depression. For more information on Thyroid disease..(click link) . WebMD with AOL Health - Hypothyroidism -- What Happens
Friday, December 3, 2004
There wasn't too much to learn from DR E because for me I was always able to answer "Why" things happened, or why I let things happen or why I did the things I did......I just needed to speak of them, say them out loud for the first time and then let them go. I had wrote briefly about my therapy in an earlier entry so here is a small exert from how I equated that discovery back in time, back in my life and mind.
Decades (written 9/26/04) read whole entry here..... Decades
"My fourth decade is where I shattered. I couldn't do it all anymore. I knew in order for me to go forward I had to go back to my past. I dealt with childhood issues that I thought were long taken care of. I liken it to a long hallway with many doors, some doors well lit, some cast in shadows. There were a few that I just wanted to take a peek in, just to relive a great memory, and there were others where the doors were scorching hot, and they burned me as I turned the knob. I opened all but a few. Those were the doors that I didn't really want to know what happened, I am at peace with my choices. The second half of that decade was ridding myself of all the drama. I walked away from everything and everybody that I felt took more than they gave to me. It was wonderful to be free of that garbage, but I still had to deal with the guilt of sometimes putting myself before others. Your whole childhood your taught to be nice, to accommodate everybody so no one feels left out, even though your spread so thin that you wonder if there is enough of you to go around? Its something you don't realize until its almost too late. "
I seemed to get through what I had to get through faster during therapy, I contribute that to having to not only telling my words once, but having to talk about it again (sessions) when I returned back home from each therapy session to spill my guts to my own Mother who was at my home taking care of my children, while I was keeping up with Doctor appointments and therapy sessions and even though she did not want to pressure me into telling her what I was going through, I think as a Mother she needed to know what happened to "HER BABY" So I would tell her what was discussed that day and with the same kind of unbelievable pain from whispering those same words earlier at the doctor, I would have to relive it again and most times when my husband would return from work, I would have to rehash through tears again. So it was like triple therapy sessions each day. It was during my therapy that DR E changed my diagnosis from severe depression to being manic-depression. She was able to show me how I lived most my life in a manic state......super woman....always the life of the party....able to get through any and every thing...I was now learning the depressant side to it..I was learning the small ways it had shown itself through out my earlier years but wasn't aware of it.
I remember the day my husband rushed home because of the frantic call from our 6 year old daughter, and he was beside himself because he could not console me, he could not take my pain and my tears and my guilt away. I was so afraid......I was afraid of loosing him because I went from this strong independent woman to this mess, (He still tells me I'm a mess but I'm a beautiful mess and I'm his) After lifting me up from the floor in the corner of my room and calling my Mother and my new family doctor he said to me as he held me and wiped away tear after tear of mine," I love you and I will do anything to get you well again, we will get through this....you will get through this."
Thursday, December 2, 2004
She just took my hands in hers and quietly looked me in the eye and said,"First we are going to get you well physically and then we will get you well mentally." I felt my soul break free and dance. Then I wondered would I be able to really open up myself and let all the terrible things that I had to witness as a small child find words and escape my mouth? Would I let all the terrible thoughts that ran around my head, that just scared the hell out of me just thinking about them sometimes, actually escape through my mouth? I was either going to have to really trust and feel safe or I was going to have to find that part of me that just threw it all out there and let the chips fall where they may.
It took a few days for my first visit for my head to get shrunk, would I let my head get shrunk? Would I feel like I could talk to this Doctor and would she really be listening or would her head be somewhere else? caught up in her own day? (you know what I'm talking about, you've caught your doctors on that once or twice!) it was a very scary day for me. I just remember my sister telling me,"What ever you find out, what ever you might remember, don't tell me I don't want to know, I am not ready to remember, I don't want to remember!" How's that for support?? But that is another whole issue unto it's self.
I was very lucky that my "Shrink" really loved her job and did have my best interest at heart, with the same candor that I had opened up to with my new family Doctor I found myself half confessing/half tattling everything that had brought me there, to my breaking point. I thought, "So this is what a nervous breakdown felt like?" all that holding it in, all that hiding in myself, always worrying about what others would think or say, telling a few secrets that weren't supposed to leave the recesses of my childhood came out of me that day.... like the helium that escapes a popped balloon...but what would be the repercussions?
Wednesday, December 1, 2004
Ok watching Oprah just made me loose it....it was letters from soldiers who would not make it home, some arrived right before they were killed, some came after they had already had passed and the family was notified, what a special but unbearable pain that those letter must of caused. These are someone's babies, someone's forever love, someone's Mommy or Daddy, someone who was destined for greatness and will be loved and missed greatly.
Being from a long standing military family that has been traced back to the French and Indian War which was officially began in 1756, I know that War is an evil necessity, but that does not make it any easier to accept when a loved one does not return from War. My Parents met while in the Air Force and I currently have a nephew in Iraq and a cousin in Afganistan and many others that I care about have family members that are serving their country in these two war ravaged countries.
Being born in 1963 and spending my early life as a military brat I did not understand what the Vietnam War was all about but I did understand what the American Flag and the POW and MIA flags and bracelets meant. I wore both POW and MIA bracelets during most of my childhood, I knew they stood for an American person who was a soldier and who might not come home. I remember my Mother not being able to tell me were my Father and my Uncles were, my Father flew a lot of missions that he wasn't able to discuss with my Mother. One in particular haunted him until his death at 41, he never did tell us where he was or what he was supposed to do, but that what ever it was, it was aborted the mission at the very last moment and he was ordered to return to base.
My Mothers military career ended upon the birth of her first born, my Brother. But followed my Father where ever they would let an American family follow. I spent a few years over seas in Europe and many summers running around military bases playing soldier. My dearest treasures are my Father's Dog Tags and his Burial Flag.There aren't too many things he did that I am proud of but serving his country was one I could adore him for, for that he is an AmericanHero and mine too!
What the Vietnam war did teach me was that those brave men who went and did their job without hesitation, for the love of their country and the sacrifices they and their families made, make me very proud to be an American and I am so happy to see even though some people are against this war, they are not against the soldier's fighting it.
So I cry a tear for the ones that aren't coming home, and I send prayers to the family's that have to accept this and I am forever grateful for those who are poised to defend this great country at great costs to themselves. Hero's come in many uniforms.....God Bless!
Most days were spent locked away in my room sobbing with my newborn in a bouncy chair and my 11 month old in her walker, the older two at school. I kept that part of me hidden, accepting something that was bigger than me, accepting that I can't do it all only made me feel more desolate. It wasn't until my 6 year old daughter came home from school one day and found me on the floor, rocking back and forth did my little secret come out. She placed a call to her daddy at work telling him, "Mommy is rocking on the floor and she isn't holding a baby!" I had locked myself.... in myself.. and couldn't find a way out, something I could do at will from surviving my childhood became forgotten to me.
There was something freeing though in letting go, only those that have gone through this know what I'm talking about. It's as if everything is packed into the basket of a hot air balloon and you are on the ground watching it drift farther and farther away from you, when in fact you are the one drifting farther and farther away from it. You are tucked safely away somewhere, you just don't know where that somewhere is and your OK with that.
After meeting with the experts and my family by my side at first I was diagnosed with severe depression and I was told there are three types of people when it comes to depression, one's who can be treated with just medication, ones who could be treated with just talk therapy and one's that needed both......I fell into that category.....both.
Let the healing begin....or try to at least..........
(to be continued)
Monday, November 29, 2004
I can pack up myself and my children's things and make a 7 and half hour car ride to the In-laws in Kentucky, and for those that don't know me, a car ride with my kids can somewhat effect my sunny disposition! lol or I can overwork and over stress myself by getting my house ready for my MIL's white glove inspection if I invite them here! How is this occasion supposed to conjure up warm fuzzy feelings over spending the holidays with my husbands family???
With me going there, I spend the days before the trip doing laundry making sure my kids white clothes are white enough, and the colored clothes are bright enough, I have to make arrangements for the pets, the mail and the newspapers and the house, I have to make a huge list so that everything thing that goes down to KY makes it back up here, I have to threaten my kids at every mile marker that if they say one more word or touch one more sibling that they will have will be having road kill for their thanksgiving dinner while they sit on the side of the road waiting for our return trip back north!
I have to go over what they can say and can't say in front of the In-laws (old fashioned way of thinking when it comes to kids) I have to make sure the girls haven't packed any belly shirts or low cut tops and that my son doesn't wear his pants that bag down to his knee caps. Then I get to spend 4 days held against my will in a very small town where everybody knows everybody's business and when that is all discussed the talk turns to the weather, then everybody's ailments......arggggggg! Only to have to get back into the truck with the kids for a repeat return trip back home with me contemplating when to jump out of the moving vehicle. No wonder I lock myself in my room for 24 hours upon returning home.
And if I invite them up here, I spend at least a week stressing myself out getting the house clean enough for the MIL, while doing these marathon cleaning attacks against the dust bunnies and smudges and finger printed wall in my house it has to be done with bleach, if she doesn't smell bleach, then the house isn't clean enough and cook a fabulous meals without the benefit of using spices...especially garlic (Both the inlaws hate it) You might be wondering why I go through all that just to please her, I don't do it for her, I do it for her Son, the man who I love and married. I do it so he doesn't have to watch two women that he loves very much gripe about each other behind each other's back where he is stuck in the middle listening to it all! lol
I bite my tongue most of the time, sometimes so hard that I draw blood, but there are a few things we have learned not to do around each other.....it took years of trial and error and years of practice! I don't bring up the fact that she doesn't know how old she is exactly (something about being from a large family born in the south in their house and no birth certificates) so she doesn't know if she was born in 1920 or 1927 (yeah right!) and She won't go around telling my children what they can and can't do....that's my job and it irks me to no end when someone tries to parent my children when I'm standing right there, If Rachel wants to wear her bangs in her eyes so be it!, If Amanda wants to wear all black so be it, If Jimmy wants to grow his hair long so be it, If Melissa wants to be gone most of the time so be it, ect.
And as far as my father in law is concerened.....I love him to death but he refuses to wear his hearing aid, so everything has to be repeated 3 times at the top of your lungs, The only thing that get me through it is they love my children almost as much as I do and I love them for that! Ahhhh yes.........I just love the holidays with the In-laws!
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
I am the "Nurturer" when I see something or someone hurting, I want to make everything "All better." I carry around a lot of guilt if I can't make someone's pain go away, I have to keep reminding myself that sometimes there is no end result in every situation, I can't fix everything.
I am the "Therapist" when I see someone who needs to "Talk." I later discovered I might of done this because it was so much easier to heal others then heal myself. I am the one others come too when they need advice, but in I have a tough time asking for help myself. I am just not programmed to do that, giving up control over me and letting someone help me is very difficult. It only makes me more determined to handle everything myself.
I am the "Warrior" if I see a terrible injustice, especially if it's one of my children that needs to be defended! Talk about the "Momma Bear Syndrome" but don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those Mother's that says,"Not my child!" I know what my children are capable of, I'm an expert on them. But I have a hard time sitting still and being a quiet bystander when I see someone who needs help defending themselves. I remember coming across a brawl in the street among several High Schoolers in my area, I didn't know any of them, but I stopped my truck and yelled out the window, "Knock it off right now before I call your Mothers!" and I showed my cell phone they all took off running, fight over.........now that was funny! Ü
I am the "Wounded Child" when something triggers a not so kind childhood memory. The pain comes rushing back fast, and I feel those old walls going up fast! The thought of how cold and distant I can become in a New York Moment shocks me today, but it was something I had to learn to do in order to survive my childhood. I can't seem to undo that part of my personality.
I am the "Peacemaker" when I see a situation that needs to be disarmed. I keep a level head and try to put everything into perspective for all parties. Sometimes all it takes is a lil humor and everything gets settled down.
It's funny how each personality trait knows when to show itself, it's like they linger somewhere just below the surface and are always ready to come forward when a situation arises...... How many live inside you??? lol
Monday, November 22, 2004
Weekend Assignment 35: Thankful
A few things I'm thankful for.......
Chocolate peanut butter ice cream (Baskin Robbins)
The fact that my In-laws live 400 miles away from me
That menopause is right around the corner
That I am no longer concerned with the size of my butt and I could care less if my butt looks big in anything anymore! lol
That Spring always follows Winter
That I am no longer bound to my make up bag and high heels
My down (feather) comforter
hot bubble baths with a good book
My favorite Japanese Restaurant
My cell phone and ATM card
The fact that I'm allowed to change my mind without an explanation (that's my prerogative) and yes that is how that word is spelled! lol
Red nail polish
Just a silly lil list in no particular order.........hope ya got a giggle out of something! lol
Sunday, November 21, 2004
When your a stay at home Mom you loose all track of time, many days I had to ask my kids not only what day of the week it was but what was the actually date. It's easy to loose yourself when you are totally involved with someone else's life and when your a parent, especially a Mother that is exactly what it is, total commitment.
Having two out of school and getting on with their owns lives has made my life a little easier, now I have more time to concentrate on getting the younger two ready for life. Having two separate set of children (age wise) gives me the sense of Deja Vu all the time! lol The only difference sometimes is the last child was is a lil boy, and nothing the 3 older girls did was remotely similar to what a lil boy can get himself into! lol
With having two still in school (Middle School) my life is still pretty much ruled by the school calendar, but nothing was quite as hectic as it was a couple of years ago when I had one in grade school, one in middle school, one in high school and one off in college. I didn't know if I was coming or going half the time! My morning prayer was please Lord, don't let them forget anything! lol
Right now in my life I cherish MY quiet time, the blissful 6.5 hours that I have to myself everyday. I can write, run off with my camera, be online, shop, nap, spend time with my friends, etc., the list is endless. I still have a few more years in raising my last two lil ones, but I'm secretly hoping by the time they graduate high school my two older ones will be settled down with babies of their own, so I can still get my "Baby Fix" when I need one. Oh the freedom in loving a small child then handing them over to their own parent when I want too, can life get any better than that?? lol
I can't wait for sleep overs with the grandbabies, watching my Husband wander off with a grandchild or two to go fishing, listening to my own children's parental war stories about how hard it is to raise children these days, (of course I'll have that Cheshire cat grin on my face) But most off all I'm looking forward to having my Husband all too myself!
Life ispretty much on "fast forward" right now and I'm looking forward to the time I can hit "pause" in the mean time I'm trying not to run my battery down! lol
Saturday, November 20, 2004
One of my favorite songs by Marc Cohn is called "True Companion" and it's about finding the "Right One" and pledging to spend the rest of your life with that person. Marc Cohn is best known for his "Walking in Memphis" song..... but this song is by far his best!
Baby I've been searching like everybody else
Can't say nothing different about myself
Sometimes I'm an angel
and sometimes I'm cruel
and when it comes to love
I'm just another fool
Yes I'll climb a mountain
I'm gonna swim the sea
There ain't no act of God girl
could keep you safe from me
My arms are reaching out
Out across this canyon
I'm asking you to be my true companion
So don't you dare and try to walk away
I've got my heart set on our wedding day
I've got this vision of a girl in white
made my decision that it's you allright
and when I take your hand
I'll watch my heart set sail
I'll take my trembling fingers
and I'll lift your veil
Then I'll take you home and with wild abandon
Make love to you just like a true companion
you are my true companion
I got a true companion
When the years have done
I can see us walking slowly arm in arm
Just like that couple on the corner do
'Cause girl I'll always be in love with you
And when I look in your eyes
I'll still see that spark
Until the shadows fall
Until the room grows dark
Then when I leave this earth
I'll be with the angels standin'
I'll be out there waiting
for my true companion
He wrote back and very nicely told her that he liked another girl and to please not call or write him again and to have her friends not call him anymore either. He said, "Mom I didn't want to hurt her feelings by telling her that he didn't like her and I didn't want to be mean either" so the letter was very neat and very brief. (he has beautiful penmanship and he's very articulate in speech and writing) I was very proud that he took her feelings into account and wanted to let her down gently. Then the next 'NOTE" came.
The next note from her stated, "Your note to me sounded like a freakin English paper! and you wrote like a girl!" then the next line floored me.........she wrote,"I don't care if you don't like me, I'm going to still like you and I'm going to have all my friends call you and bug you too!" Now Momma is sitting here thinking, "Oh bring it on little girl!" lol She has no idea how Mothers feel about their sons! lol
My Son was devastated.....he said Mom, "I wasn't mean to her, I just wanted her and her friends to leave me alone and then she attacks me in this note." (I know very grown up of him) But now he's angry and wants to tell her exactly why he doesn't like her.......This girl has no idea what she just got herself into! lol.......She doesn't know he has 3 older sisters! lol They are helping him plot his next strategic move...........
Poor girl is not going to know what hit her! lol lol lol But after her last note to my son I no longer feel sorry for her....he tried to do the right thing and she chose not to accept it. I wonder what her parents would think of that note??? lol
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
This is my new baby "Boo" Sorry it took me so long to get his picture up for those that have been waiting, his kennel cough has cleared up and his hernia operation is scheduled for next week. He is now weighing in at a whopping 5 pounds 11 ounces and he'll be 4 months old tomorrow.
We are still working on the potty training and sometimes he sleeps through the night and some nights we can be found out in the yard about 3:30 in the morning with me pleading for him to go potty and him running through the yard playing catch me if you can! What was I thinking????? And as for my older dog......he is still completely ignoring his new lil brother! lol
Last winter while my Sister's family and mine where trying to escape the winter blues for an extended weekend, we were staying at a place that has rooms pool side with private patio's outside the rooms to keep an eye on the kids as they swam in the huge indoor pool. Near the deep end of the pool is a floor to ceiling glass wall that you can access the outside part of the pool without ever leaving the pool, (very cool to be in a heated pool outside on a snowy night!) Across from the pool is the hot tub, so I'm watching my son and my 9 year old nephew make there way over to the hot tub which at this point isn't occupied, not more than 1 minute after they enter the hot tub comes 3 lil girls to join them. One little girl says to my son, "My friend likes you" that my Son replies, "That's nice" and quickly exits the hot tub, rather sarcastically as to my nephew when he repeats to us why they jumped out of the hot tub so fast, they were both like, "Girls!!!!" My Sister and I laughed so hard at the expressions on their faces as if these girls just ruined there weekend away! lol
So last night through the oh so smart caller ID the phone keeps ringing every 5 minutes with a cell phone number popping up so, since it's just my 2 little ones My (13 and 12 yr. old) I don't answer it thinking it's friends of my older daughter's. Finally on the 4th try I tell my 13 year old daughter just answer it and tell them you sister isn't home. She's says hello, then with a stunned look on her face she says "Jimmy?" and then hands the phone to my son. He says hello a few times and no reply, then finally a girls voice says, "Is this Jimmy?" he says sternly "YES?" then a bunch of giggles on the other end break out, he say's "HELLO?" one more time then he's asked,"Do you know a Courtney so and so?" and he says sternly again "YES!" (the look of agony on his face is priceless!) This is where he tells me later that so many girls are giggling and Courtney won't say a word so he says,"I gotta go!" and quickly hangs up the phone.
Now I'm dying, its his first 'girl' phone call and I'm just beaming! He of course doesn't want to talk about it, all's he says is,"Now why would a bunch of girls just call me and do nothing but talk to each other and call each other names and laugh the whole time!?"
And all I'm thinking is, "Get used to it buddy because from now on it's gonna happen a lot!" lol and then I break off into a dead heat to call my sister so I can giggle like a school girl too! lol I was still giggling about it when my Husband came home from work so I enlightened him with the story of 'The phone call' and his look is almost as mournful as my Son's was. I think he (My Husband) just realized he's gonna be loosing his lil fishing buddy real soon, to the dark side.........GIRLS! lol
Monday, November 15, 2004
Oh how I hate to get mail from "BILL" I seem to get a lot of mail from "BILL" He's always wanting money, he seems to have several different aliases too!
Phone BILL, gas BILL, electric BILL, Insurance BILL(s), Credit card BILL(s), Cell phone BILL, Orthodontic BILL, his list of aliases seems to be endless. I don't think he's ever going away! He's pretty uncanny though, he always seems to show up just when I think I have extra cash left over in the checking account, I'm sitting around thinking hmmmmm what do I want? what do I want? and then WHAM!!! BILL shows up with his hand out again! So much for that great lil pair of shoes, I was about to make mine! lol
I wish BILL would take a vacation, a long vacation especially over the holiday season! Hasn't BILL ever met SANTA? I seem to run into him out in public a lot too, I ran into him at the grocery store, the vets office, I swear he must hear the swooooosh of my debit card and come running.
I had a BIG SMILE on my face when I went out to dinner and then a show a while back........guess what I saw?.........."KILL BILL" part one and two! Oh the ideas that movie gave me! lmaooooooo
Friday, November 12, 2004
This is the 'Other Woman" in my husbands life. He spends quit a bit of time with "Her" in the summer. I don't care for "Her" much. I don't care if red is "Her" color! it's my color too! There are times they go off for a weekend together and he spends his nights with "Her!"
Other times "She" sits in the drive way just waiting for him to come spend a little time with "Her", Often when I pass "Her" in the drive way, I want to give "Her" a swift kick to the tire that holds "Her" up in "Her" lofty esteem!
One of my daughters actually tried to get rid of "Her" for me, not really for me, it was an accident. She was trying to sneak past "Her" with my Husbands pick up truck, when she accidentally backed into "Her" and snapped "Her" off "Her" trailer and there "She" laid slumped over, a good 10 feet from where my Husband had left "Her." I think I actually saw him shed a tear for "Her" I secretly did the happy dance on the other side of "Her."
I live for the time I see "Her" tail lights exiting the driveway on "Her" way to the big white pole barn where all the "other women" in all the other marriages rest for the winter. I dread the day "She" always comes back to him.
There used to be "Another Woman a Different Woman" When I was told "She" would no longer be staring at me from the driveway, I was thrilled to death, with the thought of never seeing "Her" again. It was short lived though, "She" did leave my Husband for another Husband but it was only across the street, now I have to look at them both....... all summer long! In the famous words of Herbert Morrison, the American radio reporter, who is best known for his vivid description of the explosion and fire that destroyed the Hindenburg zeppelin........Oh, the humanity! lol lol lol
I normally occupy a great deal of my husbands thoughts, I like knowing that. The only time I take a back seat and I'm ok with that too, is when he's in his element. When he's fishing or hunting.
I love to sit and watch him when he's doing something that he really enjoys. It's like I get a glimpse into his other world. I don't think I'll ever get bored gazing at my Husband. Watching my Husband interact with our Son is one of my favorite pastimes, it's the only time I don't mind not being a member of the "No Girls Allowed" club. My Husband is my sons' best friend. Oh.... How just watching them together just warms my heart! I don't mind sharing one with the other.
My greatest wish in life, is to dance with my Husband on our 50th wedding anniversary, I am in such awe of the couples that spend a life time together. I will be 77 on that day and he will be 82 and I hope that is the one wish granted to me. In today's society there seems to be so much infidelity in a marriage and maybe it's because of my own Father's many indiscretions, that is the one thing I know I will never do, for to loose the way my Husband looks at me......... would be like a life........... without sunshine.
(photo taken on trip up to Northern Wisconsin, three of our four children can be seen in the back ground on the pier.)
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
I wonder if I would have be ecstatic as a small child to receive a "teenager doll" you know the kind.....the mouthy, sometimes know everything, sometimes disrespectful kind. Would I have gone into that labor room with such a smile on my face? Or would I have gone in requesting the "White Jacket" treatment instead? LOL
As of right now I'm in the in-between stages of my 2 sets of kids, the older ones 21 and 18 are too busy with their lives right now to give me any grief, although I do catch a sighting of them once in a while......trace evidence....water splatter in the shower, a half can of soda, fresh tire tracks in the driveway, that sort of thing. My younger 2 have just hit the ages where the "dark side begins" 12 and 13! Again just traces of evidence leading up to this conclusion too. Dead cordless phones, a look that would like to imply more than what they said, that constant clicking of the tongue and roll of the eyes, I can see it about to begin.......it's the twitch before the roll! lol
I survived the 2 older ones with just a few scratches, a few bad grades in High School, experimentation with pot and underage drinking, both tried smoking and much to my dismay both like it and won't even discuss quitting, a few taking the parents cars without permission and sex after the age of 18. I have been blessed, things could have be worse......way.....worse......they could have been more like me!
Now I just look at my younger 2 and wonder........what are you going to do to Mommy! But I'm ready......I'm sooooooo ready! lol