Thursday, February 9, 2012
Like I said...
Like I said, the IPAD sucks for making corrections, so pardon the errors in these posts!
What I'm Doin' These Days
Soooo, I moved out of my grand dream house, just like Julia Roberts in 'Eat, Pray, Love', in exchange for an apartment so I could work on my doctorate. That's where I left you at, blog. But so much has happned since then and not good stuff either. Basically, practically everyone who is dear to me wound up in the hospital, in wheelchairs, friggin' blind, you name it. I missed so much class in the first semester that I had to withdraw and I moved back home for family support. The good news is, PTL, everyone has pretty much been healed. The downside is I'm a year behind where I thought I'd be at this point.
IPAD problems
Thanks go to the kids for busting my laptop. I'm now doing these entries via IPAD, which makes my half-butt editing jobs even worse. And this cursor! Curse it! It will never do what I want it to.
I'm baaaaaa-aaack
So, I looked up a few people from my past on FB and found that one of them had a blog on here. After reading through it, I thought my blog was much better. Sure, I don't do anything with pictures but I have real meat and bones over here in my words. Theirs was just...vapid and dull. Like a sorority girl's scrapbook. Maybe that's what they were going for, though.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wrap-up
Well, today is the day I move out of my house. This was my dream house when I moved in, I thought it would be the last place I ever lived. But instead it became my prison...partly b/c of the remoteness of it and partly for other reasons. These last few months have really been rough between me and the hubby. So, although I am moving out into a smaller apartment, I am excited about the future and finally feel like a free human being again--like my life is my own. I have lived so long without being able to make my own decisions about where I'll live that I feel... unshackled is the word that comes to mind.
That is pretty big news, but I also wanted to write about how the 4th of July went. The most magical moment was watching Ian's face as he watched the fireworks. He had an enthralled half-smile and I could see the reflection of the fireworks in his eyes. It was really a beautiful moment, watching the fireworks in Ian's eyes. Riley, was entranced as well, judging my his pointing and bouncing but my husband had a hold of him so I didn't get to see the close-up of his expressions.
What's next? I am off to work on another degree so I can be employed in a field I actually have an interest in. The future is bright.
I have been facebooking it up lately, contacting people I haven't seen in years. I used to only use facebook to spy on my nieces and talk to people I actually talked to on a regular basis. Now, I see the value in having a page just to connect with other people like extended family and old friends.
I think another thing that left me cold with facebook was all the has-beens from my high school who were on there, so whenever I would log on I had a page full of bad grammar slang and binge-drinking-party updates--and these are 30-somethings.
I felt guilty about de-friending anyone but these were all people I haven't spoken to in years and barely knew in the first place. Plus, they were really making my facebook page a crappy place to hang out. So, I de-friended alot of them. If anyone notices, the excuse I'll give is that I was job searching and only wanted professional contacts and family on my page (which is true in part) in case anyone wanted to look into it, they would see what a straight arrow I was. But all that just to say this, I don't want people who can't spell or construct sentences to leave their moronic ramblings on my page! My facebook page is a classy place.
That is pretty big news, but I also wanted to write about how the 4th of July went. The most magical moment was watching Ian's face as he watched the fireworks. He had an enthralled half-smile and I could see the reflection of the fireworks in his eyes. It was really a beautiful moment, watching the fireworks in Ian's eyes. Riley, was entranced as well, judging my his pointing and bouncing but my husband had a hold of him so I didn't get to see the close-up of his expressions.
What's next? I am off to work on another degree so I can be employed in a field I actually have an interest in. The future is bright.
I have been facebooking it up lately, contacting people I haven't seen in years. I used to only use facebook to spy on my nieces and talk to people I actually talked to on a regular basis. Now, I see the value in having a page just to connect with other people like extended family and old friends.
I think another thing that left me cold with facebook was all the has-beens from my high school who were on there, so whenever I would log on I had a page full of bad grammar slang and binge-drinking-party updates--and these are 30-somethings.
I felt guilty about de-friending anyone but these were all people I haven't spoken to in years and barely knew in the first place. Plus, they were really making my facebook page a crappy place to hang out. So, I de-friended alot of them. If anyone notices, the excuse I'll give is that I was job searching and only wanted professional contacts and family on my page (which is true in part) in case anyone wanted to look into it, they would see what a straight arrow I was. But all that just to say this, I don't want people who can't spell or construct sentences to leave their moronic ramblings on my page! My facebook page is a classy place.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Summer 2011
In September, when I look back at this summer in hindsight, I will remember the swimming pool with Ian bravely jumping in from the sides and Riley clutching my swimsuit for dear life.
I will remember riding the beach cruiser with the carriage attached to the back around the neighborhood, but never by the duckpond after the time Ian tried to jump out while the bike was moving because he was so excited about the ducks and the water.
I will remember my boys sweet identical brown eyes in the rear-view mirror and how we all three like country.
I will remember my boys piling in a dogpile on me, both clamoring for the biggest hugs, and me trying to hug both equally and simultaneously.
I will remember your faces at the fireworks.
I will remember chasing Ian on the beach and putting Riley to sleep in the shade of the umbrella.
I will remember riding the beach cruiser with the carriage attached to the back around the neighborhood, but never by the duckpond after the time Ian tried to jump out while the bike was moving because he was so excited about the ducks and the water.
I will remember my boys sweet identical brown eyes in the rear-view mirror and how we all three like country.
I will remember my boys piling in a dogpile on me, both clamoring for the biggest hugs, and me trying to hug both equally and simultaneously.
I will remember your faces at the fireworks.
I will remember chasing Ian on the beach and putting Riley to sleep in the shade of the umbrella.
China Cup
Well, to my surprise, people I am not related to read my blog. 'Bout time you folks realized just how exciting this place is and dropped by.
Also, had time to cool off and decided to change the title to my last blog as 'forget you...'
Now to the meat and bones of tonite's entry. For those of you who notice such things, it is another weekend night and I have nothing else to do. A social worker came by the house, at my request, to help me with some parenting techniques. It's part of a parent support program. She seemed surprised at my lack of social life and suggested I try to get out more and do things for myself so I wouldn't be so pent up and toddlermomonthebrinkofinsanity-ish. So, I did. I went to this really neat flea market and found a fine china 6-piece cup/saucer/salad plate set. For only 28 bucks! I put it on my table and in no time at all my son broke the handle off one of the cups. I screamed out, 'GD it'. Which is a word I don't usually scream out, so my hubby sensed I was at my most frustrated and removed our son to his bedroom. I was busy gluing the 4 pieces of the handle back to the cup, for appearances sake, when my husband walks back into the room.
'What's the big deal?', he wonders aloud, 'if you got it at the flea market it's probably just junk.' What a prick.
I explain fine china to him and comparatively price off ebay that a cup itself is 16 bucks, so for me to get what I did is pretty good but a service with a missing cup is worthless as a set and all you can do is sell it for scrap if you wanted. I am beginning to fear I will never have an estate set. I really want one, just to have it all set up in the formal dining room. But you are going into four figures for an estate set and now that I'm not working, and all, it may be awhile before I see one of those. I'm thinking of just asking everybody who buys me a christmas present to buy a different part of the set. In five years or so, I may have it completed. Some people do things like that for charity, I'll do it for china.
Also, had time to cool off and decided to change the title to my last blog as 'forget you...'
Now to the meat and bones of tonite's entry. For those of you who notice such things, it is another weekend night and I have nothing else to do. A social worker came by the house, at my request, to help me with some parenting techniques. It's part of a parent support program. She seemed surprised at my lack of social life and suggested I try to get out more and do things for myself so I wouldn't be so pent up and toddlermomonthebrinkofinsanity-ish. So, I did. I went to this really neat flea market and found a fine china 6-piece cup/saucer/salad plate set. For only 28 bucks! I put it on my table and in no time at all my son broke the handle off one of the cups. I screamed out, 'GD it'. Which is a word I don't usually scream out, so my hubby sensed I was at my most frustrated and removed our son to his bedroom. I was busy gluing the 4 pieces of the handle back to the cup, for appearances sake, when my husband walks back into the room.
'What's the big deal?', he wonders aloud, 'if you got it at the flea market it's probably just junk.' What a prick.
I explain fine china to him and comparatively price off ebay that a cup itself is 16 bucks, so for me to get what I did is pretty good but a service with a missing cup is worthless as a set and all you can do is sell it for scrap if you wanted. I am beginning to fear I will never have an estate set. I really want one, just to have it all set up in the formal dining room. But you are going into four figures for an estate set and now that I'm not working, and all, it may be awhile before I see one of those. I'm thinking of just asking everybody who buys me a christmas present to buy a different part of the set. In five years or so, I may have it completed. Some people do things like that for charity, I'll do it for china.
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