1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me alone.
2. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
3. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
4. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
5. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
6. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
7. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
8. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is probably not for you.
9. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
10. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably a wise investment.
11. If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.
12. Some days you're the bug; some days you're the windshield.
13. Everyone seems normal until you get to know them.
14. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
15. A closed mouth gathers no foot.
16. Duct tape is like 'The Force'. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
17. There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works.
18. Generally speaking, you aren't learning much when your lips are moving.
19. Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
20. Never miss a good chance to shut up.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 12, 2010
The Pill Box
Congratulations to me! With all of the supplements I am taking I had to come up with a better strategy than writing the dosage and time on each bottle of supplements. I am now the proud owner of a pill box! I chose the pill box that offers the seven day, four times a day plan. Monday Morning, Monday Noon, Monday Evening and Monday Bedtime and so on for a full week.
This plan works only if you put the correct supplements in the correct compartment and snap the lid shut. I managed to dump four days' worth of carefully measured supplements on the floor just seconds after I thought I snapped the lids shut.
I remember thinking that only OLD people used pill boxes because their minds weren't sharp enough to remember the correct dosage and time to take their little helpers. The joke is on me because it does require extra effort to keep it all straight.
Will someone please drink a beer for me??
This plan works only if you put the correct supplements in the correct compartment and snap the lid shut. I managed to dump four days' worth of carefully measured supplements on the floor just seconds after I thought I snapped the lids shut.
I remember thinking that only OLD people used pill boxes because their minds weren't sharp enough to remember the correct dosage and time to take their little helpers. The joke is on me because it does require extra effort to keep it all straight.
Will someone please drink a beer for me??
Life at 45
It is true what they say. The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be.
It has been years since I had any kind of physical that consisted of more than the usual rubber mallet test on the elbows and knees. I've been feeling kind of sluggish lately and made that very comment to a friend of mine. She suggested I contact and make an appointment with her doctor in SA. Knowing me as well as she does, she knew very well that I would never follow through with my good intention of making said appointment. So she did it for me. And even hauled me to SA to ensure that I didn't cancel the appointment.
Let's just say that I'm in worse shape than I thought I was:
1. Spine needs some adjustment.
2. Borderline diabetic.
3. Overweight
4. Change my diet: NO YEAST. NO DAIRY. NO BEER OR WINE. (shoot me. now.)
My blood veins refused to cooperate and it took two different techs and five sticks to find the vein that would give up enough blood for testing. Needless to say, my blood in the vial was very, very sluggish. (It is no fault of the techs that my veins are deep and it takes some digging to find "the one".) Blood test results will be available next week and I will have to make an appointment so the doctor can discuss the findings with me. Oh. Boy.
In the meantime, I'm taking natural supplements to help rid my body of toxins including the sludge in my liver. Couldn't I just be forever 21?
It has been years since I had any kind of physical that consisted of more than the usual rubber mallet test on the elbows and knees. I've been feeling kind of sluggish lately and made that very comment to a friend of mine. She suggested I contact and make an appointment with her doctor in SA. Knowing me as well as she does, she knew very well that I would never follow through with my good intention of making said appointment. So she did it for me. And even hauled me to SA to ensure that I didn't cancel the appointment.
Let's just say that I'm in worse shape than I thought I was:
1. Spine needs some adjustment.
2. Borderline diabetic.
3. Overweight
4. Change my diet: NO YEAST. NO DAIRY. NO BEER OR WINE. (shoot me. now.)
My blood veins refused to cooperate and it took two different techs and five sticks to find the vein that would give up enough blood for testing. Needless to say, my blood in the vial was very, very sluggish. (It is no fault of the techs that my veins are deep and it takes some digging to find "the one".) Blood test results will be available next week and I will have to make an appointment so the doctor can discuss the findings with me. Oh. Boy.
In the meantime, I'm taking natural supplements to help rid my body of toxins including the sludge in my liver. Couldn't I just be forever 21?
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Picnics and Politics
Our City Judge organized a picnic lunch today at the City Park and was kind enough to invite me to join the party. Those in attendance were my supervisor, the Justice of the Peace, the City Secretary and a City Councilman. City Judge surprised us with fare from our local BBQ joint, Lum's. And what a spread we had! Potato salad, cole slaw, brisket, sausage and turkey. And, yes, lots of Lum's special BBQ sauce.
The last time I sat on a bench at the City Park was at my eighth birthday party. City Park was THE PLACE to have a birthday party back in the 70s. I was impressed with the maintenance of our park. I was fortunate enough to snag a seat that faced the river and felt blessed to be a part of a group whose company I enjoy. I make that last statement with a grain of salt.
As with most small communities there is always some sort of controversy that splits a town in two. Right now the hot topic is our current hospital situation. And most of you know what I am talking about if you read the Weekly Wipe. There I was, sitting on the picnic bench taking in the warm sun and fresh air and City Councilman said, "What's new with the hospital board situation?" I'm not into violence but I wanted to reach across the table and smack him right upside his pointed little head. Thinking she could change the subject, Justice of the Peace asked if anybody had filed for the position of Mayor. Lo and behold! City Councilman announced HE had filed for that very position just yesterday. Did I mention I'm glad I live outside city limits?
I appreciated the invitation to the picnic but will check the guest list if I receive future invitations. Sigh, politics do not mix well with picnics.
The last time I sat on a bench at the City Park was at my eighth birthday party. City Park was THE PLACE to have a birthday party back in the 70s. I was impressed with the maintenance of our park. I was fortunate enough to snag a seat that faced the river and felt blessed to be a part of a group whose company I enjoy. I make that last statement with a grain of salt.
As with most small communities there is always some sort of controversy that splits a town in two. Right now the hot topic is our current hospital situation. And most of you know what I am talking about if you read the Weekly Wipe. There I was, sitting on the picnic bench taking in the warm sun and fresh air and City Councilman said, "What's new with the hospital board situation?" I'm not into violence but I wanted to reach across the table and smack him right upside his pointed little head. Thinking she could change the subject, Justice of the Peace asked if anybody had filed for the position of Mayor. Lo and behold! City Councilman announced HE had filed for that very position just yesterday. Did I mention I'm glad I live outside city limits?
I appreciated the invitation to the picnic but will check the guest list if I receive future invitations. Sigh, politics do not mix well with picnics.
Monday, March 8, 2010
A few more random thoughts....
1. Ever have that "F$)# it" attitude before you ever get out of bed in the morning?
2. Another one of God's cruel jokes: Men hit their sexual prime in their 20s; women peak in their 40s.
3. Three little pigs ran across the road on my morning commute. I was the Big Bad Wolf.
4. Today is Kelli's birthday!!
5. Old Man Winter needs to surrender to Miss Spring. Enough is enough.
6. Laurrie and I are becoming avid bird watchers. It keeps us out of the bars....
7. Taking the cats to a new vet this Thursday.
8. The home office is projecting the closing of two branch offices by May, 2010. So far, I still have a job.
9. So glad the days are over of my brother thinking it was cool to get me in a headlock and toot on me.
10. Still think my first career choice of wanting to be a vampire was a pretty darn good idea.
11. I sometimes wonder if people look in the mirror at their attire before leaving the house.
12. Centipedes, as do most crawly things, freak me out.
13. I repeat, it was Sam's idea to till part of the yard for our spring/summer garden.
14. Sam swears I am the only wife who has ever requested her husband to take off his muddy boots BEFORE walking across the clean floor.
15. Think without boundaries.
16. Steal five minutes for yourself every day.
17. The barter system works best when you actually have something someone else really wants.
18. Set aside time every day to spend with your significant other.
19. Don't say "I love you" unless you really mean it.
20. "Please" and "thank you" --- words worth utilizing.
2. Another one of God's cruel jokes: Men hit their sexual prime in their 20s; women peak in their 40s.
3. Three little pigs ran across the road on my morning commute. I was the Big Bad Wolf.
4. Today is Kelli's birthday!!
5. Old Man Winter needs to surrender to Miss Spring. Enough is enough.
6. Laurrie and I are becoming avid bird watchers. It keeps us out of the bars....
7. Taking the cats to a new vet this Thursday.
8. The home office is projecting the closing of two branch offices by May, 2010. So far, I still have a job.
9. So glad the days are over of my brother thinking it was cool to get me in a headlock and toot on me.
10. Still think my first career choice of wanting to be a vampire was a pretty darn good idea.
11. I sometimes wonder if people look in the mirror at their attire before leaving the house.
12. Centipedes, as do most crawly things, freak me out.
13. I repeat, it was Sam's idea to till part of the yard for our spring/summer garden.
14. Sam swears I am the only wife who has ever requested her husband to take off his muddy boots BEFORE walking across the clean floor.
15. Think without boundaries.
16. Steal five minutes for yourself every day.
17. The barter system works best when you actually have something someone else really wants.
18. Set aside time every day to spend with your significant other.
19. Don't say "I love you" unless you really mean it.
20. "Please" and "thank you" --- words worth utilizing.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
4 Rose Bushes and A Fruit Tree
Our goal when we went to Home Depot last week was to price cedar boards for a home project. And then we got sidetracked....
Fruit trees were being advertised in the parking lot . Sam honed in on an apricot tree even those he has a poor track record for raising fruit trees. I was on the hunt for onion sets and headed to the garden center. I did not find any onion sets but I did find rose bushes. It was the spirit of Sam's grandmother that whispered in my ear, "Go ahead. Buy one or two, you know you want to." I ended up with a pink one (Queen Elizabeth), a yellow one (Oregold), a white one (Iceburg) and a red/yellow one (Double Delight). I dropped them in one of the bright orange 5-gallon buckets that are readily available for such a purchase.
We headed to the Back Forty with the pickup loaded with 50 cedar boards, 4 rose bushes, an apricot tree and a bright orange 5-gallon bucket.
On Saturday, Kris helped me plant the rosebushes and the fruit tree with hopes that we will be rewarded with succulent fruit that will rival the Farmer's Market produce and roses that will make any florist pea-green with envy. I've already threatened Sam to leave my bright orange 5-gallon bucket alone. It has been duly christened as my "yard bucket".
Who needs a dozen roses on Valentine's Day when one can have the whole darn rosebush(es)??
Fruit trees were being advertised in the parking lot . Sam honed in on an apricot tree even those he has a poor track record for raising fruit trees. I was on the hunt for onion sets and headed to the garden center. I did not find any onion sets but I did find rose bushes. It was the spirit of Sam's grandmother that whispered in my ear, "Go ahead. Buy one or two, you know you want to." I ended up with a pink one (Queen Elizabeth), a yellow one (Oregold), a white one (Iceburg) and a red/yellow one (Double Delight). I dropped them in one of the bright orange 5-gallon buckets that are readily available for such a purchase.
We headed to the Back Forty with the pickup loaded with 50 cedar boards, 4 rose bushes, an apricot tree and a bright orange 5-gallon bucket.
On Saturday, Kris helped me plant the rosebushes and the fruit tree with hopes that we will be rewarded with succulent fruit that will rival the Farmer's Market produce and roses that will make any florist pea-green with envy. I've already threatened Sam to leave my bright orange 5-gallon bucket alone. It has been duly christened as my "yard bucket".
Who needs a dozen roses on Valentine's Day when one can have the whole darn rosebush(es)??
Garden Project
The garden bug bit me about six weeks ago. In order for Sam to give me the nod of approval was relatively simple: I reminded him of how delicious garden-fresh tomatoes and peppers taste.
There were a couple of places on the ranch that are "garden material" but the third option has been deemed the most convenient and hopefully most deer-proof. We are going to till the lower yard which is just a few steps from the back door. Water hydrants are already in place as is the fence.
So with high expectations I will be planting squash seeds, radish seeds, green bean seeds, cowpea seeds, broccoli seeds, sweet onions, red onions, green onions and strawberries. Might be pushing the luck with strawberries but the girls really want me to try and grow them. We will also be planting different varieties of tomatoes and peppers (gotta keep my promise). And as if a vegetable garden isn't enough to maintain, I am also going to start a herb garden. The herbs I have selected are parsley, thyme, rosemary, lavender, tarragon and chives. I am probably forgetting something but I won't be able to recognize anything til it blooms or produces an edible product.
Step one is to have the dirt tilled which is on the agenda for this weekend. Step two is to plant the onions which is also on the agenda for this weekend. Sam has graciously (haha!) offered to help me till the garden which means I will be indebted to him for at least fourteen back rubs due to the nature of the labor. I know this will not be an easy task but I will tackle this project like I do most projects: With ignorance and a hope to be pleasantly surprised with the outcome.
There were a couple of places on the ranch that are "garden material" but the third option has been deemed the most convenient and hopefully most deer-proof. We are going to till the lower yard which is just a few steps from the back door. Water hydrants are already in place as is the fence.
So with high expectations I will be planting squash seeds, radish seeds, green bean seeds, cowpea seeds, broccoli seeds, sweet onions, red onions, green onions and strawberries. Might be pushing the luck with strawberries but the girls really want me to try and grow them. We will also be planting different varieties of tomatoes and peppers (gotta keep my promise). And as if a vegetable garden isn't enough to maintain, I am also going to start a herb garden. The herbs I have selected are parsley, thyme, rosemary, lavender, tarragon and chives. I am probably forgetting something but I won't be able to recognize anything til it blooms or produces an edible product.
Step one is to have the dirt tilled which is on the agenda for this weekend. Step two is to plant the onions which is also on the agenda for this weekend. Sam has graciously (haha!) offered to help me till the garden which means I will be indebted to him for at least fourteen back rubs due to the nature of the labor. I know this will not be an easy task but I will tackle this project like I do most projects: With ignorance and a hope to be pleasantly surprised with the outcome.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Decisions, Decisions
My 19 year old is struggling with, all of things, what to do with the rest of her life. She says she has days where she wonders why she's taking the classes she's taking and why she has chosen Business as her current major. I told her if it makes her feel any better that her 45 year old mother is still trying to figure out what it is she wants to do with her life.
When I was 19, I was living the carefree life of a young woman on the brink of becoming a legal adult. And I was absolutely clueless as to what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I was a "live for the moment" person. Plans and schedules were meant to be changed on an hourly basis. Living with three other girls was just the right recipe for road trips, late nights and daring escapades that involved swimming pools and tatoo parlors.
Kris has a touch of her paternal grandmother in her. Granny is a free spirit that is still searching for whatever it is she is searching for. Kris knows she needs to secure a college degree in whatever she decides to major in. But the Free Spirit in Kris sometimes talks louder and tugs harder than the rational and disciplined side of her being. Free Spirit likes to tickle Kris' imagination which triggers thoughts of living happily ever after on an island which is surrounded by crystal clear waters and the sand is like spun sugar. (Easy to imagine; isn't it?)
The time frame for Kris to declare a major is getting shorter. She thinks it is ridiculous for society to expect a 19 year old to know what he/she wants to do for the rest his/her life. I vote we win the lottery, quit college, quit work and BUY an island.....I'll be sitting under an umbrella sipping a fruity drink out of a pineapple while reading a trashy novel. Free Spirits are welcome!
When I was 19, I was living the carefree life of a young woman on the brink of becoming a legal adult. And I was absolutely clueless as to what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I was a "live for the moment" person. Plans and schedules were meant to be changed on an hourly basis. Living with three other girls was just the right recipe for road trips, late nights and daring escapades that involved swimming pools and tatoo parlors.
Kris has a touch of her paternal grandmother in her. Granny is a free spirit that is still searching for whatever it is she is searching for. Kris knows she needs to secure a college degree in whatever she decides to major in. But the Free Spirit in Kris sometimes talks louder and tugs harder than the rational and disciplined side of her being. Free Spirit likes to tickle Kris' imagination which triggers thoughts of living happily ever after on an island which is surrounded by crystal clear waters and the sand is like spun sugar. (Easy to imagine; isn't it?)
The time frame for Kris to declare a major is getting shorter. She thinks it is ridiculous for society to expect a 19 year old to know what he/she wants to do for the rest his/her life. I vote we win the lottery, quit college, quit work and BUY an island.....I'll be sitting under an umbrella sipping a fruity drink out of a pineapple while reading a trashy novel. Free Spirits are welcome!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Mud Days
Moving in with Sam was the easy part. Learning to share space has been a challenge for both of us. Sam believes the dining table is his desk. I believe it is to be used for what it is -- a dining table. Before I moved in, the table was always covered with mail, bills, magazines, feeder batteries, phone books, etc. I would always stack the mess into one pile so we could utilize the table for dining purposes. We compromise now --- he still uses the table to pay bills and work on paperwork but is better at remembering to clear the table when he is through. Otherwise, he knows I will put it all in a neat little pile and remove it from the table. I can picture him right now peering over his reading glasses at me and asking, "Where did you put [insert choice of lost item]? It was right here just two minutes ago." I shrug my shoulders and point to the "pile".
Our ongoing battle of wills concerns the floors. I detest dirty floors. I vaccum or sweep every day. Rain days create mud days. Mud days demand all the patience I have. Sam plays dumb as his boots leave a trail of mud clods from one end of the house to the other. He has one pair of lace-up boots that he wears on cold days. These boots were made for grabbing and holding mud until worn inside on a clean floor. Upon contact, the clean floor activates the boots to release the mud clods. AARRRGGG!! This always happens right after I have mopped the floors. Sam suggests that I don't clean the floors on mud days. "Robin, people live here. Do want this to be a shrine?" Well, yeah, that would be nice. My argument is that I don't like to walk barefoot or even in socks across a dirty floor. "Daisy Mae, wear shoes and you won't notice the dirt and crumbs." Yes, let's don't forget the crumbs that look like ant trails in and around the kitchen and dining area.
We have a 80% chance of rain tonight; 90% chance of rain tomorrow and 70% chance tomorrow night. I feel a mud day coming on......it is a waste of breath to bitch about the mud that will be tracked on my clean floors. But bitch I will. And Sam will act indifferent and say, "Don't worry about it. The maid will clean it up." He might end up being swatted with the broom.
Our ongoing battle of wills concerns the floors. I detest dirty floors. I vaccum or sweep every day. Rain days create mud days. Mud days demand all the patience I have. Sam plays dumb as his boots leave a trail of mud clods from one end of the house to the other. He has one pair of lace-up boots that he wears on cold days. These boots were made for grabbing and holding mud until worn inside on a clean floor. Upon contact, the clean floor activates the boots to release the mud clods. AARRRGGG!! This always happens right after I have mopped the floors. Sam suggests that I don't clean the floors on mud days. "Robin, people live here. Do want this to be a shrine?" Well, yeah, that would be nice. My argument is that I don't like to walk barefoot or even in socks across a dirty floor. "Daisy Mae, wear shoes and you won't notice the dirt and crumbs." Yes, let's don't forget the crumbs that look like ant trails in and around the kitchen and dining area.
We have a 80% chance of rain tonight; 90% chance of rain tomorrow and 70% chance tomorrow night. I feel a mud day coming on......it is a waste of breath to bitch about the mud that will be tracked on my clean floors. But bitch I will. And Sam will act indifferent and say, "Don't worry about it. The maid will clean it up." He might end up being swatted with the broom.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Time? What are you talking about?
Domestic felines are wonderful companions. Independent little creatures but good companions nonetheless. I have a genuine affection for my cats. Until they wake me up at 2am, 3am, 4am and 5am. Granted they are nocturnal creatures but, really, respect the human body's need for at least six hours of uninterrupted slumber.
They are waiting impatiently for me as I walk through the door between 4:30 and 5pm to feed them their wet food. The rattling of saucers drives them insane. Gray Cat is trying to climb up my leg to get to the food. Simba swirls in and around my ankles. Daisy prepares to launch onto the counter because I'm too slow in dividing the food onto the saucers. I somehow manage to get the saucers to the floor without anybody getting seriously injured. Food is devoured in less than 3 minutes. And all three cats KNOW they have to go outside to tend to business. No ifs, ands or buts.
Then its back inside to their self-designated locations. Simba is in a windowsill. Gray Cat sprawls out in front of the fireplace. Daisy curls up on one of three pieces of furniture. Bedtime rolls around and I toss them outside one more time hoping against hope to tend to business. My plan is that once I let them back inside they will leave me in peace until at least 5am.
2am: Simba jumps on the nightstand and paws at the miniblind. This is my cue that he wants outside. Other cats are still asleep.
2:45am: Simba is scratching at the outside window screen (which is very annoying and it pisses Sam off). This is my cue to that Simba wants back inside.
3:20am: Daisy starts yowling at the bedroom door (which does NOT lead outside). This is my cue to let her outside. She always wants to be carried to the door. She is a duchess in her own mind. Other cats are asleep.
4:10am: Daisy is crying at the porch door (which is annoying as hell). This is my cue to let her return to the warmth of the house.
4:50am: Gray Cat thunders through the house (all 15.5 pounds of him) into the bedroom. He is the most vocal of all three cats. YOWL, YOWL, MEOW, YOWL! This is his very insistent way of way of saying, "Hurry! Hurry! I have to go outside NOW!"
5:30am: Gray Cat is performing his version of "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" (which is always off-key). This is my cue that he is now ready for breakfast and wants inside NOW.
Its like having a newborn with colic. No wonder I am absolutely exhausted by 8am. Time means absolutely nothing to cats. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. A little compassion from them would be greatly appreciated during my REM cycle. Oh, wait, I don't have those anymore because the damn cats are waking me up! Gotta love the furballs.......and yes, there is a litter box INSIDE the house.....
They are waiting impatiently for me as I walk through the door between 4:30 and 5pm to feed them their wet food. The rattling of saucers drives them insane. Gray Cat is trying to climb up my leg to get to the food. Simba swirls in and around my ankles. Daisy prepares to launch onto the counter because I'm too slow in dividing the food onto the saucers. I somehow manage to get the saucers to the floor without anybody getting seriously injured. Food is devoured in less than 3 minutes. And all three cats KNOW they have to go outside to tend to business. No ifs, ands or buts.
Then its back inside to their self-designated locations. Simba is in a windowsill. Gray Cat sprawls out in front of the fireplace. Daisy curls up on one of three pieces of furniture. Bedtime rolls around and I toss them outside one more time hoping against hope to tend to business. My plan is that once I let them back inside they will leave me in peace until at least 5am.
2am: Simba jumps on the nightstand and paws at the miniblind. This is my cue that he wants outside. Other cats are still asleep.
2:45am: Simba is scratching at the outside window screen (which is very annoying and it pisses Sam off). This is my cue to that Simba wants back inside.
3:20am: Daisy starts yowling at the bedroom door (which does NOT lead outside). This is my cue to let her outside. She always wants to be carried to the door. She is a duchess in her own mind. Other cats are asleep.
4:10am: Daisy is crying at the porch door (which is annoying as hell). This is my cue to let her return to the warmth of the house.
4:50am: Gray Cat thunders through the house (all 15.5 pounds of him) into the bedroom. He is the most vocal of all three cats. YOWL, YOWL, MEOW, YOWL! This is his very insistent way of way of saying, "Hurry! Hurry! I have to go outside NOW!"
5:30am: Gray Cat is performing his version of "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" (which is always off-key). This is my cue that he is now ready for breakfast and wants inside NOW.
Its like having a newborn with colic. No wonder I am absolutely exhausted by 8am. Time means absolutely nothing to cats. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. A little compassion from them would be greatly appreciated during my REM cycle. Oh, wait, I don't have those anymore because the damn cats are waking me up! Gotta love the furballs.......and yes, there is a litter box INSIDE the house.....
Monday, January 11, 2010
Spring Semester
Today, Kris started the spring semester of her sophomore year of college. She called me at 8:45am so I could "walk" her to class. We go through this process at the beginning of each semester just like we have since the first day of kindergarten. She began three new classes this morning and yes, I walked her to each class.
I can remember thinking my baby was growing up too fast when she decided in the 2nd month of kindergarten that she didn't need me to walk her to the door anymore. It made my heart ache thinking she wouldn't need the security and comfort of me holding her hand as we walked from the car to the classroom. But as the first day of school rolled around each year she still needed that extra boost of encouragment from me.
Kris is taking 14 hours this semester and has only morning classes. The idea of morning classes is to free her time for an afternoon job....which is still only an idea. She earned a 3.87 GPA for the fall semester and is still shooting for that 4.0 GPA. (Little Miss Over-Achiever is making the rest of us look bad. haha!)
She will have two new classes tomorrow and I will await her phone call so I can "walk" her to each class. Kris may be out on her own but she is still my little girl needing that gentle nudge from her mother telling her, "I love you. It is all going to be okay. You'll do great! This is just another step along the road of life. Just think of the wealth of knowledge you will have at the end of the year." And she gives me that little wave and turns to begin a new chapter of her life.
I can remember thinking my baby was growing up too fast when she decided in the 2nd month of kindergarten that she didn't need me to walk her to the door anymore. It made my heart ache thinking she wouldn't need the security and comfort of me holding her hand as we walked from the car to the classroom. But as the first day of school rolled around each year she still needed that extra boost of encouragment from me.
Kris is taking 14 hours this semester and has only morning classes. The idea of morning classes is to free her time for an afternoon job....which is still only an idea. She earned a 3.87 GPA for the fall semester and is still shooting for that 4.0 GPA. (Little Miss Over-Achiever is making the rest of us look bad. haha!)
She will have two new classes tomorrow and I will await her phone call so I can "walk" her to each class. Kris may be out on her own but she is still my little girl needing that gentle nudge from her mother telling her, "I love you. It is all going to be okay. You'll do great! This is just another step along the road of life. Just think of the wealth of knowledge you will have at the end of the year." And she gives me that little wave and turns to begin a new chapter of her life.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Resolutions
Welcome, 2010! I think. Losing weight is not on my list this year. 95% of the American people will have "LOSE WEIGHT" in the top five of their resolution lists. I figure if I lose weight, I lose weight and if I don't, well, I won't be disappointed in letting myself down.
One thing I need to work on is to be a better listener. I tend to jump to conclusions before people finish their sentence(s). I am going to allow myself to be a little selfish as well. I need to create a corner for myself where I can sit and ponder or read. There are days when I need to escape for just a few minutes and take care of myself. As a nurturer and giver, this is going to be a tough resolution.
I need to work on being more considerate of others and their feelings. If I ask, "How are you today?" then I need to be willing to give that person a few minutes to tell me how they are actually doing. And I also need to stop whining and complaining so damn much. I won't even open that can of worms today. Let's just say I need to stop and enjoy life instead of letting it slip away because of my chore list.
Hopefully by working on a few small things in my life, it will help make me a better person. The world is a big and scary place but I am going to make the most out of the time I have left in it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! And good luck with those resolutions......
One thing I need to work on is to be a better listener. I tend to jump to conclusions before people finish their sentence(s). I am going to allow myself to be a little selfish as well. I need to create a corner for myself where I can sit and ponder or read. There are days when I need to escape for just a few minutes and take care of myself. As a nurturer and giver, this is going to be a tough resolution.
I need to work on being more considerate of others and their feelings. If I ask, "How are you today?" then I need to be willing to give that person a few minutes to tell me how they are actually doing. And I also need to stop whining and complaining so damn much. I won't even open that can of worms today. Let's just say I need to stop and enjoy life instead of letting it slip away because of my chore list.
Hopefully by working on a few small things in my life, it will help make me a better person. The world is a big and scary place but I am going to make the most out of the time I have left in it.
HAPPY NEW YEAR! And good luck with those resolutions......
Saturday, January 2, 2010
The gods are not smiling.....
.....on Mike. For Christmas, Shannon gave a ticket to Mike to attend the TTU game to be played in the Alamodome today. She even threw in a TTU shirt and face paint. Shannon and Mike have both been looking forward to attending the game since they found out the game was scheduled to be played in the Alamodome.
Mike woke up this morning at 3am with a stomach virus. Needless to say, Mike is feeling, well, a little like caca today. Sam pulled the plug on Mike going to SA today to attend the game. We are all feeling sorry for Mike...not only because he feels like he got hit by a train but also because he won't make it to the game today.
On a lighter note, we survived Christmas and all the holiday cheer. Joy, joy, happy, happy and all that good stuff. Kris is still home from college and has taken full advantage of doing nothing. Its been nice to have her underfoot. Sam scheduled a prescribed burn on New Year's Eve and it worked according to plan. He actually let me be a "torch girl" and I got to help get the party started. Sam's plan was to burn about 220 acres and although it was still damp under the trees, he says we did a lot of good for the pasture that houses the whitetail deer.
We ate our black-eyed peas and scrounged up enough cabbage in our salad to call it good on New Year's Day. Bet Mike was wishing he had eaten some black-eyes peas last night....or maybe not considering how he feels today......
Mike woke up this morning at 3am with a stomach virus. Needless to say, Mike is feeling, well, a little like caca today. Sam pulled the plug on Mike going to SA today to attend the game. We are all feeling sorry for Mike...not only because he feels like he got hit by a train but also because he won't make it to the game today.
On a lighter note, we survived Christmas and all the holiday cheer. Joy, joy, happy, happy and all that good stuff. Kris is still home from college and has taken full advantage of doing nothing. Its been nice to have her underfoot. Sam scheduled a prescribed burn on New Year's Eve and it worked according to plan. He actually let me be a "torch girl" and I got to help get the party started. Sam's plan was to burn about 220 acres and although it was still damp under the trees, he says we did a lot of good for the pasture that houses the whitetail deer.
We ate our black-eyed peas and scrounged up enough cabbage in our salad to call it good on New Year's Day. Bet Mike was wishing he had eaten some black-eyes peas last night....or maybe not considering how he feels today......
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