Oh winter…..you have crept into my spirit you sneaky villain! I realize my gusto for just about anything has gone out the window. I really haven’t cooked or baked in weeks, no motivation to tackle any house projects except the usual upkeep and I have been forcing my stubborn anxiety to let me make it through my days at work. Draining. Also Vern has been very sick. Without a “TMI” I will just say he is having some extreme tummy issues. At this point the Dr. is running every test he can think of until we find the problem. Poor guy has been miserable for weeks! L And then it snows…and snows.. and makes all of the above that much more complicated…..(digs for big girl panties) ugh.
But on the lighter side of things…I realize I have become a scissor happy Mom with Maxine. Poor kid, in all this wet weather she gets mattes at the blink of an eye if I am not CONSTANTLY brushing her. So to save all of our sanity I snip them out and then sometimes I trim a few more places here and there and well ..we all have a good laugh! She is a good sport about all the hair maintenance and thankfully she is so adorable that her less than perfect haircut often goes unnoticed.
In other news, Del is pushing for grey paint in the living room. I don’t know if I have mentioned it before but for someone who only has 20% of his sight he sure is opinionated about color! He is STILL complaining about the kitchen color yet the remodel he did over a year ago still sits unfinished and our house is 4 different colors on the outside. So I am embracing grey, I look at it as a challenge! Mwahaha (evil laugh) A challenge to find a color as brown (what I want) as possible but that still looks grey enough to fool him. Then I will decorate the room with beautiful bright deco and crisp while trim and molding. (Thanks to my ex husband I have TONS of experience polishing a turd and tolerating stubborn men! LOL Oh I crack myself up sometimes …) I might even throw in a few bits of purple just for kicks…er I mean contrast. ;)
And now for a little laugh...I went out for my birthday and had a few drinks, a few more than I have had in a long time. Tara returned me home safely around 9:30 pm and not ten minutes later my parents called to wish me a happy birthday! As I fumbled with my phone trying to decide what to do, I swiped down on my screen by instinct and answered. Crap. Sooo… I played it cool (what am I?! 16!?) ,thanked them for the card and mentioned I had been out for a few drinks with the girls. I think we chatted on for 30 minutes about things I really don’t remember …. something about me wanting them to look at a house/mobile over here in a nearby “senior community” since they are going for less than 5k at the moment…and then the part that still makes me laugh..
“I really appreciate the phone call and all but… I am just drunk enough that it is hard to talk on the phone.”
BAHAHAHAHAHA!
I didn’t laugh at the time, I was completely serious and trying to maintain just one single ounce of tact.
I think they were as shocked to hear me say it as I was!
“Really? But you sound good to us, talked just fine.?” my Mom replies as she laughs.
They totally understood and we said our good byes. I am so glad to have the kind of parents I can talk to about anything to and that can share a laugh with me when I have a rare buzz. I will be looking forward to our next phone call ;)
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Just the weekend....
Sombreros and Bloody Marys
McDonalds=Hangover cure
Accepting a grey living room
Snuggling
Choosing Walmart over a walk
Facebook.
Snow
Chex Mix
Hoping Vern starts feeling better :(
Messy people
Reno
Wet dogs
Considering more tattoos...
lots of them.
Love
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Thirty Four
"Dear Cara,
Happy Birthday sweetheart! I remember well the day you were born.We had expected you on Christmas. My due date was December 25th or 26th. I guess you didn't want to share you birthday with Jesus! On January 12th my Mom dropped me off at Dr. Edward's office to see if I was ready.One induction shot and minutes later my water broke. He gave me a diaper to wear and walked me across the street to the hospital. A few hours later you were here! You are a blessing.
We wish we could be there for your birthday. We hope to come over soon.
Hugs & Kisses,
Dad & Mom"
-written inside my birthday card from my parents this year. What a beautiful gift it is to have her share that memory with me,love you Mom & Dad!
Happy Birthday sweetheart! I remember well the day you were born.We had expected you on Christmas. My due date was December 25th or 26th. I guess you didn't want to share you birthday with Jesus! On January 12th my Mom dropped me off at Dr. Edward's office to see if I was ready.One induction shot and minutes later my water broke. He gave me a diaper to wear and walked me across the street to the hospital. A few hours later you were here! You are a blessing.
We wish we could be there for your birthday. We hope to come over soon.
Hugs & Kisses,
Dad & Mom"
-written inside my birthday card from my parents this year. What a beautiful gift it is to have her share that memory with me,love you Mom & Dad!
Monday, January 9, 2012
New
new-
1. of recent origin, production, purchase, etc.; having but lately come or been brought into being: a new book.
1. of recent origin, production, purchase, etc.; having but lately come or been brought into being: a new book.
2. of a kind now existing or appearing for the first time; novel: a new concept of the universe.
It's a new year and I am surprised once again at the appeal of using this opportunity to start new habits and make goals. I have never cared much for making a New Year's resolution,when I have,I gave up mid January. Instead I have tried to focus more on finding ways to make the most of the next 365 days while avoiding the pressure of keeping a resolution. Yes of course I want to be healthier, thinner, nicer, a harder worker ,better at trusting God,the best overall person I can be bla bla bla...
But all of that aside.
Deep down I am overwhelmed with the stereotypical desire to start new?
No, I don't mean fleeing the state and changing my name or quitting my job or anything that drastic.
I mean new like letting the past go,turning the page and proudly accepting that who I was and who I am are very different people. Time to live in the now. The present,the future. No more baggage from my ex marriage,dysfunctional lifestyles and toxic friends. No more old house full of cobwebs and mismatched paint that doesn't feel like a home...
our home.
This epiphany hit me othe other day as I was washing dishes. It's a hodge podge of Corelle that I got as a wedding gift in 1999 when a married a man who made my life a living hell for the ten years to follow. The others were a mixed set of chipped and stained hand me downs from Vern's family. I suddenly began to question the need to tolerate,wash,use these dishes that are either ruined or remind me of a bad memory. Especially ridiculous because I had a beautiful set of Fiesta ware sitting on my corner shelf doing nothing but making it look pretty and collecting dust." Do I really want to live the kind of life where I take the chance of dying with my fancy dishes still on a shelf?! NO!" So I gathered them up,gave them a long soapy soak and let them dry as I hauled those last bits of Corelle out to the recycle bin. An hour later,my cupboard was an organized masterpiece of storage containers and colorful dishes. My inner OCD basked in the sight of it,I was proud.
our home.
This epiphany hit me othe other day as I was washing dishes. It's a hodge podge of Corelle that I got as a wedding gift in 1999 when a married a man who made my life a living hell for the ten years to follow. The others were a mixed set of chipped and stained hand me downs from Vern's family. I suddenly began to question the need to tolerate,wash,use these dishes that are either ruined or remind me of a bad memory. Especially ridiculous because I had a beautiful set of Fiesta ware sitting on my corner shelf doing nothing but making it look pretty and collecting dust." Do I really want to live the kind of life where I take the chance of dying with my fancy dishes still on a shelf?! NO!" So I gathered them up,gave them a long soapy soak and let them dry as I hauled those last bits of Corelle out to the recycle bin. An hour later,my cupboard was an organized masterpiece of storage containers and colorful dishes. My inner OCD basked in the sight of it,I was proud.
So we begin tomorrow,getting rid of everything that doesn't have any positive memory. Giving it away,throwing it away...oh yes,the sweet release of bad juju!
First project is to make over the living room. It needs everything from paint and molding to rugs and a couch. After that I will inflict my collection of home deco ideas from Pinterest all over the place. During this process it will require me to also tackle the garage. Time to come face to face with my piles of storage and say good bye to most of it once and for all. I need room to store more important things! Like...a craft bench area,stockpile items,garden supplies..perhaps a small greenhouse? Ok that last one will never happen but hey..a girl could dream! The really fun part will be being able to finally use and display some of the beautiful funky junk and deco we have been collecting. Old windows, giant mirrors, shelves ,antiques, beach treasures and generations of family heirlooms.
Oh irony,the ecitement of making new with a bunch of old stuff.
Our new.
First project is to make over the living room. It needs everything from paint and molding to rugs and a couch. After that I will inflict my collection of home deco ideas from Pinterest all over the place. During this process it will require me to also tackle the garage. Time to come face to face with my piles of storage and say good bye to most of it once and for all. I need room to store more important things! Like...a craft bench area,stockpile items,garden supplies..perhaps a small greenhouse? Ok that last one will never happen but hey..a girl could dream! The really fun part will be being able to finally use and display some of the beautiful funky junk and deco we have been collecting. Old windows, giant mirrors, shelves ,antiques, beach treasures and generations of family heirlooms.
Oh irony,the ecitement of making new with a bunch of old stuff.
Our new.
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