Me: “Dear Jesus, Please help me be patient and PLLLEEEAAAASSSSEEE help these children mind their Mother!!!”
Child: “Mom, I think he’s too busy with other things.”
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Life's short.
I’m not morbid, but I do think about mine, and . . . . ahhhumm. . . your mortality.
Not in a gross way, but in an ‘ I may not see you again Grandma ‘ kind of way.
I’ve been that way most of my life if I recall correctly. So when my grandmother had her stroke, there was nothing left unsaid.
I even took a video camera with me to Michigan when we visited my Hubby’s grandmother. I got her to record a 50th Anniversary message for my in-laws that will not be played for about another 15 years.
No, it’s not weird! It’s called foresight people!
And no, I don’t think she was freaked out by it all. In fact, she sort of got into it.
Maybe it’s been on my mind more than normal lately. After the situation with my son and then my grandmother and a few people dieing way too young within my circle, it gets a girl thinking.
That’s all I’m sayin’….
Plus before we flew to MI we made a will, you know, so if something went wrong the state wouldn’t get the kids and stuff. Just being responsible.
And now…..now I have an appointment with a breast specialist to evaluate a few lumps.
I’m not overly concerned, I even think it’s good to have things thrown into prospective. It gives life flavor and a certain sweetness, that must be good for you.
My children have never been more beautiful.
My faith never so simple.
And my heart never so full.
Not in a gross way, but in an ‘ I may not see you again Grandma ‘ kind of way.
I’ve been that way most of my life if I recall correctly. So when my grandmother had her stroke, there was nothing left unsaid.
I even took a video camera with me to Michigan when we visited my Hubby’s grandmother. I got her to record a 50th Anniversary message for my in-laws that will not be played for about another 15 years.
No, it’s not weird! It’s called foresight people!
And no, I don’t think she was freaked out by it all. In fact, she sort of got into it.
Maybe it’s been on my mind more than normal lately. After the situation with my son and then my grandmother and a few people dieing way too young within my circle, it gets a girl thinking.
That’s all I’m sayin’….
Plus before we flew to MI we made a will, you know, so if something went wrong the state wouldn’t get the kids and stuff. Just being responsible.
And now…..now I have an appointment with a breast specialist to evaluate a few lumps.
I’m not overly concerned, I even think it’s good to have things thrown into prospective. It gives life flavor and a certain sweetness, that must be good for you.
My children have never been more beautiful.
My faith never so simple.
And my heart never so full.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Come back to me....
It’s times like these when I miss my old late night lover.
It’s been so long…so very long since we last spent any quality time together.
We use to meet regularly; long late night dates that would last into the wee hours of the morning.
After a good night with him you could find me singing in the morning. Everything was going to be alright.
A night with him was like magic. We could go anywhere and see anything.
Such sweet memories….
But now….now I’m too busy for my old lover.
There are just not enough hours in the day. There are children to put in bed, dishes to wash, children to put in bed, clothes to fold, children to put in bed….
If I see my lover at all, it’s stolen moments here and there. It’s nothing consistent; nothing regular; nothing substantial.
Oh, how I miss my lover…..my sweet sweet …..Sand Man.
It’s been so long…so very long since we last spent any quality time together.
We use to meet regularly; long late night dates that would last into the wee hours of the morning.
After a good night with him you could find me singing in the morning. Everything was going to be alright.
A night with him was like magic. We could go anywhere and see anything.
Such sweet memories….
But now….now I’m too busy for my old lover.
There are just not enough hours in the day. There are children to put in bed, dishes to wash, children to put in bed, clothes to fold, children to put in bed….
If I see my lover at all, it’s stolen moments here and there. It’s nothing consistent; nothing regular; nothing substantial.
Oh, how I miss my lover…..my sweet sweet …..Sand Man.
I think it's time to wash the dog.
I guess my nose has been permanently damaged from all the dirty diapers it has had to endure over the last
few years, because some things I just don’t smell.
I have learned to check the produce in my house once I see a fruit fly and have gotten in the habit of taking
out the trash a couple of times a day, but I have yet to get a routine down for bathing the dog and it’s starting
to show….or smell.
I bathe her when it occurs to me, but I must admit it is not on the top of my “to do” list.
Until today. . .
My oldest daughter is extremely creative and resourceful.
After our dog came in from outside smelling like a hot dog my daughter sprung into action to save her
good friend, Pinto’s, nose.
What you are looking at is a chenille winter cap and a child’s elastic headband.
I can’t decide if she’s going to be an engineer or a fashion designer.
few years, because some things I just don’t smell.
I have learned to check the produce in my house once I see a fruit fly and have gotten in the habit of taking
out the trash a couple of times a day, but I have yet to get a routine down for bathing the dog and it’s starting
to show….or smell.
I bathe her when it occurs to me, but I must admit it is not on the top of my “to do” list.
Until today. . .
My oldest daughter is extremely creative and resourceful.
After our dog came in from outside smelling like a hot dog my daughter sprung into action to save her
good friend, Pinto’s, nose.
What you are looking at is a chenille winter cap and a child’s elastic headband.
I can’t decide if she’s going to be an engineer or a fashion designer.
Maybe I have too much time on my hands...
Oh, if I were only a clock.
A clock ; a good one anyway; has three hands.
It never finds itself out of time; in fact it is always right on time; a good one anyway.
It is always “in the moment” and does not get hung up in the past or overly concerned with the future.
It’s serving the exact and perfect purpose that it was designed to do.
It delivers its message precisely and accurately every time.
Others seem to not only listen to it, but plan their day around it.
I’ve never seen a clock with cheerios stuck to it, or people walking all over it.
I have never known one to feel inadequate or confused.
It never stutters or stammers when asked the time.
It never second guesses its purpose, or its effectiveness.
It just goes on ticking for all the world to see, and even when no one is watching.
Oh, to be a clock. . . .
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