Thursday, February 19, 2009
On to Childhood Angst -
Ethan and I have been having lots of conversations lately about the 'joys' of being his age (11).
He's struggling with lots of issues and sadly, I struggled with many of the same.
In addressing his concerns, I find that I'm re-living many of the pains that I've managed to cover up for many, many years.
Would it surprise you to know that at 11 the following, random things, were part of my existence?
- Trips to the Principal's office for hurting others.
(I hereby publicly apologize to Jason B and Noelle N for hurting you, repeatedly, on the playground. And to Mr. Shell for spending so much time in your office)
- Being scared to death of my teacher!
(I should be checking the prison roster for my teacher, Mr. Johnson, who used to sit with his feet on his desk, picking his fingernails with a bowie knife. Occasionally he'd throw Kurt R. up against the wall. Sheer Terror!)
- Being Teased Daily
(They teased me for being tall. Tall and skinny. Please world, please! . . . tease me again for being those two things.)
- Monthly Visits From Aunt Flo(w)
(Yes, Amy - this is just too much personal info for the world on my blog. However, it illustrates my point that being 11 SUCKS!)
All I know is my heart is breaking for my child, who is trying to find his place in the world.
Childhood is not so easy, and being the mother of a child isn't either.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
And let's just accept that I'm on the fast track to hell.
And please understand that any input you give here is practically charity and can help you on your journey 'upwards'
With that said . . .
What the crap am I giving for Bunko prizes in two weeks and what fool proof dinner am I going to make?
Monday, February 16, 2009
That can only mean one thing.
Not Me, Monday
For starters, I did not go out for a fun movie night with the girls on Friday only to offend many dear friends.
Appreciating and relying on my friends like I do certainly means I would not toss our verbal vomit in a manner that is completely thoughtless.
I also did not spend my drive to St. George replaying and replaying the stupid comments in my mind wishing the words could be taken back.
This weekend did not find me giggling like a compete maniac when I stepped from the car in St. George and bathed myself in the SUN!
Nor did I giggle like a little school girl when I saw the soda fountain in the kitchen of a home featured in the Home Show.
I did not drop dead when my favorite home that we toured had a price tag of $2,999,999.999. (Nearly dropped dead, but not fully).
I am not even considering a change jar at Harts to help fund the purchase of said home.
Finally, I did not blow off my running for two of the days I was gone. With the dedication I have to run this blasted race I would never forego any of my running opportunities!
I am not dreading the thought of running 5 miles tomorrow either . . . .
Friday, February 13, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Thought it was safer just to share the headline topic:
Human Hair Found In Prehistoric Hyena Poop
Why do people tempt me with headlines like this?
the toothy animal's meal was a scientific windfall, since meat-eater dung can make an effective hair preservative.
I have a new product I'm marketing . . . works great on hair!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Well, then you're invited to a girl's night at the movies this FRIDAY!
(Clearly, if you're not a girl than you're really not invited - sorry)
We are going to see Confessions of a Shopaholic (based on a book that Jacquie & I thought was very funny)
At the Water Gardens
The 7:00-ish movie
Get your own ticket (or call me and I'll grab it while I'm getting mine)
EVERYONE (except for the obvious gender thing) is invited.
We are going out for dessert and chat afterwards!!
Friday, February 6, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009