Monday, December 24, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Have you ever been so content, you forget what it feels like to worry?
Our lives run in circles. We all have up and down times. I think the down times are provided simply to suck us back into reality. It does not matter whether you are in an up or down time. What is important is to always be thankful for what you have been blessed with. Sure, it’s easy to slip into a funk, a self pity party. It takes more effort and strength to see beyond any crisis or tragedy life has thrust upon you.
This year, it will be difficult to get into the spirit of the holidays for several reasons.
I know for sure it is the last Christmas for an extended family member who will be taken much too young.
A family member who has beaten cancer two times already is once again battling another , more aggressive form.
A sibling has been displaced yet again after giving so much to help someone out.
A very young family member will have to cope with the loss of a father figure.
I suspect another family member has begun to use drugs.
Among all the day to day things that come up, I force myself to look beyond these things. I am blessed in many ways and try to focus on what is good.
What I will draw from are the following.
It is the first Christmas for a niece and great nephew
I have several young nephews who bring much joy to me
My daughter shows me each day what a beautiful person she is
I’ve been fortunate in many ways and have endless reasons to be thankful.
I have my health, my family and friends.
If you find your life in a downward motion, I hope you are able to draw from the good to help get you through.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Over the years I have found pleasure in giving. I don’t mean just gifts to family and friends. I love the feeling of helping others and doing it anonymously. I feel good each time I am able to give back a little.
I’ve given great thought to many different ways a person can give without having to have a lot of spare change or countless hours to donate.
The following is just a small list of ways you can contribute. Some I have done and continue to do. Others are things done by friends of mine. Each little thing helps those who have little to be thankful for. Along the way, you may find yourself feeling pretty good about yourself.
Sponsor a family in need:
If you are not wealthy enough to do this on your own, get a few friends or co-workers to pitch in. You can visit a local shelter or family crisis center to let them know you want to provide for a family this holiday. Many have waiting lists of families in need of basic items such as coats, boots, hats, mittens and select few toys to place under their trees.
This is done anonymously and you can feel good Christmas morning while you are with your family, knowing another family will have a better day because of you.
Food pantries need donations all year. Often times people are more into giving during the holiday season. When you go to the market for your groceries, pick up a few extra, inexpensive items and bring them to the food pantry. Keep in mind, children love snacks and don’t often get to have the expensive treats.
There are many services in need of your time. You can spare an hour or so once a week or month. Read to sick children in the hospital. Visit a local nursing home, sit and listen to the residents. Many of them go weeks without a familiar face and crave the company of someone to talk to.
If you have children, have them make crafts to bring to the nursing home.
Remember those who protect you:
Your local police and fire stations. They work day and night. They are the ones who will put their lives on the line for you everyday of the year. Bake an extra batch of cookies and bring them down to the station.
Support your troops:
Whether your against the war or not. These people fight for your freedom.
Holidays are the toughest on them. Call your local military office and find out what is
requested. Sometimes it’s as simple as a local newspaper, favorite candy or gum, toiletries and such.
There are millions of charities for millions of great causes. Fundraising is easy and it brings a lot of revenue for them. Donate unwanted items. Often times an event will hold a raffle. We all have items that were given to us as a gift that we will never use. It’s probably still packaged in the attic or basement. Contact the local office of any charity and they will let you know of any upcoming events and what type of items they are looking for.
Salvation Army Kettle Drive:
This organization provides invaluable services to so many families in need. They vary from drug abuse rehab to families forced out of their homes due to fires. Ring a bell for an hour outside a local store. It costs nothing but your time.
Remember, it does not matter how much you give. What matters is the help you provide to those down on their luck.
Where ever you are in this world , I wish you all a Healthy, Happy Holiday Season.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I've mentioned in previous posts my love (read with much sarcasm) of the media. They twist and bend the facts or just get it wrong all together. Sending things to print without as much as a regard to whom it may affect.
I can laugh because I'm a nobody in the world.. the errors and mistruths printed affect me not. Other than provide me with a good laugh and a keepsake of misinformation.
Today, I received a call from my husband. He wanted to know when I changed jobs and began taking classes at the university? It seems a co-worker saw my name and gave him a copy of a newspaper.
A few weeks ago, I attended a play with my sister and daughter. We were interviewed and asked questions about the relevence of the play ..I was quoted and my name was printed in bold type. Under my name, they list me as working for the university and attending class there.
A minor error.. but think if it were bigger.. If I were
someone of importance.
I continue to shake my head and read what some consider fit for print.. only I take it in stride.
Don't always believe everything you read.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
They say women are the weaker sex. HUH!
Today I received a call at work.
"Hedow. Will you make me tum chicken dewp? I have a duffy node."
At this point, I can't help but laugh. He sounds pathetic. Reduced to sounding like a two year old because he has the sniffles.
Mind you, it's two days before Thanksgiving and the market will be like the annual bridal sale at Filene's basement. For those of you unfamiliar with this concept. Picture a million women gathered at the entrance to the biggest and best sale EVER for their dream wedding gown.
So needless to say I braved the store, picked up all that was needed to make the "dewp"
Now I sit here after cleaning up and wonder WTF?
I had to deal with a ruptured appendix, being gutted like a fish and come home to a nine month old whom I couldn't lift due to the staples and stitches. Where was he.. Oh.. he was on a bowling league. " Where ya going HON?"
"Tonight is Wednesday. I'm going bowling."
"But the baby is sick, I can't lift her and I am not feeling well."
"Sorry HON. I missed last week. I can't miss again this week. My team needs me. Don't worry, I won't be late and I'll put the baby to bed."
And he wanted "dewp" cause he had a "duffy node"
Monday, November 19, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
When I was first married, I recall conversations from those who had been married for many years talking about how they enjoyed when their spouse went off for a few hours or YIKES , days. I couldn't imagine wanting to spend long periods of time. The first time we had to spend three days apart I was lost.
Fast forward to reality...
He enjoys camping. Real out in the woods in a tent , on the lake camping. Me, I can camp at the finer hotels. When he and my daughter would go off on a camping weekend for three or four days I would be in heaven. The oldest sister would ask me how I could stay alone. What was she thinking. BLISS.. shear bliss.
I love golf. Mind you I have never swung a club but since he took it up a few years back, I went out and bought him a wonderful set of clubs because it allows me "Me" time. He has a golf date twice a week and I truly enjoy the few hours that he is gone.
Today, I dropped him off early this morning to catch a plane to Florida. Am I selfish for smiling like an idiot the minute he got out of the car?.. No. You see I've come to the conclusion. I love him dearly but enjoy our separate times as well.
Some days I think I want a man in my life, just not in my house.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
My father, whom I love dearly, is the first and most negative person I know. Talk about sucking the fun out of everything. He really baffles me. Here is a man who has beat cancer two times. The first time he was literally one week away from death. He should be grateful and thrilled that he beat the odds.
My sister (the dirty minded, nothing sacred, baby of this group) and I spend a lot of time together. Often we will plan a day to head off on a new adventure with our kids somewhere. When my father gets wind of this he feels obligated to come up with some reason it will suck. It's either the traffic, no where to park, too expensive, etc. Now, when we plan something, we purposely tell him, hoping to rile the negative from him. We figure we may as well have some fun.
So, they say you marry your father.. boy I should have listened. I never realized that spilling an item on the floor was suppose to bring out the George Carlin rant.. remember the seven words you can't say on tv? Well, my husbands got George beat by several four letter words. Even better when there are guests. Funny, it does not help the situation. It does not clean up the mess. Even my daughter will look at him and say " Dad, it's not the end of the world, it's a spill."
My father in law does not drive, he has double vision.. lucky him, he gets to see two of everything. On Sunday, he asked my husband to take him to a store for one item. Of course Sunday is football day. Men like to sit on the couch, unshowered and scratch themselves for the day. Mind you, I was up to my elbows in tomatoes making sauce for dinner. After his pissing and moaning about having to , god forbid, leave the house, I told him never mind, once I had dinner on the way I would take HIS father to the store. Half an hour later, Mr. Mope came to the kitchen and said "I'll take him. It better be one store."
My sister has always had the knack of attracting her share of a mixture of negative, selfish men. I guess those of us who don't sweat the small things are bound to be surrounded by those who need a thousand milligram tablet of Fukitol.
I figure my revenge will be to come back in my next life as a man. My husband shall return as a woman and he will then be my wife. I feel it will be the ultimate revenge. Until then, I think there should be an island created just for moody, negative people. Of course it would be crowded. Maybe that is good, it would give them one more thing to bitch about.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Kevin Millar, you are a class act... love the "Cowboy Up" moral boosting speach you gave your team.. yes, I know you wear a new uniform but you'll always be an "idiot" at heart and I thank you for that.
On to the media who love to drum up negative shit on Manny....just because he does not grant interviews, you whine and create articles of lies. I don't care if he never speaks. The man shows up, plays the game, provides entertainment and in the end, produces. I'll take Manny being Manny every day because in the end he "brings it".
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I think it will be a nice change to view various wishes from all over the world
and who knows, when you wish hard enough, believe strong enough, anything is possible
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
on reading , maybe squeeze some writing in, then starting dinner a littler early. Yeah, Right!
I planned on Tuesday. My daughter was off from school and my sister informed me that she had also taken the day off. Before long, my husband said " why don't you meet me for lunch?" What was supposed to be a day of waking when I wanted, enjoying a pot of coffee, checking my favorite blogs and catching up on 150 page work for one writer, 15 chapters for another, writing an essay for the sister who is taking courses towards a degree, yet feels it fun to give me a week's notice to help, and maybe, just maybe getting to some of my own writing, soon turned into the following.
Daughter: Mom, I'm having my aunt come over first thing. She's bringing me a bagel for breakfast.
Sister: We could do some more packing at my house. I still have so many things still in boxes that I need to store. Then we can all meet for lunch with your husband.
Mind you, I am still driving around with much of her belongings in my car from my last trip to help her pack. Threatening to open the trunk and letting it all slide out only brings laughter from her..
Sister shows up at 10:30, daughter has breakfast. I get one cup of coffee.
Off we go, unpack boxes and repack into totes. I must say the day was interesting. My nephew and great nephew played outdoors while my daughter, my sister and myself did the unpacking/packing shuffle. There were a few humorous moments, like when I found six condoms , flavored Love Liquid and such packed in a box. I tossed them over to my sister and said " wonder if these have expired?"
My daughter just rolled her eyes.
My sister laughed because she inspired the "Nothing Sacred" post.
At 1:15 it was time to finish up and drop my great nephew off to my other sister and then meet my husband for lunch. After lunch I was going home to start dinner and do some baking. My sister decided she would bring over her "stuff" and bake with me. Don't get me wrong, it would be a stretch to say she is a baker.
Patty, when you read this, know that I love you.. but let's face it. I still laugh when I imagine your finished product.
I arrive home, it's 3:00. So much for a relaxing day off.
I started preparing dinner then went on to start my baking. Sister showed up with her ingredients, we fought for oven time and had a cocktail while we waited and laughed hard when hers were finished. She thought she would be creative and try making apple turnovers. She purchased Filo Pastry Sheets and proceeded to make unique shapes. Let's just say they did provide much needed laughter.
By the time I finished making dinner and cleaning up, it was 7:00 pm and I accomlished nothing I had planned.
Next year, when I take my one mental health day, I am telling no one and will check into a hotel for the day. Somehow, I know one of them will track me down.. I just know it
Monday, October 15, 2007
Silence fills the table. All forks have been set down and eyes glare at my daughter and me.
I whisper "Not now dear, your father is sitting right here."
Now, my mother would have just given me a look , my father would have punished me for two reasons. One, you don't discuss underthings at the dinner table and two, daughters do not grow up.
From day one, I wanted for my child to have a voice, not be afraid to say what she feels, be open to many things.. I think ..*gulp* I've accomplished this.
At sixty seven years old, my mother is finally coming out of her supressed vixenous closet.
Attending a get together on Sunday (football widows need something to do) we talked about having an adult toy party. Mom asked "What's that?"
Baby sibbling " They sell toys for us. Vibrators and everything you can imagine."
At this point mother laughed with a bit of embarrassment. I suggested we hire a stripper to make the afternoon more entertaining. Mother's response "Yes then I will definately come. That I would like to see."
So tell me, where was this woman? Years ago at the mere mention of a male body, her response used to be " Oh, penises.. they are the ugliest thing I've ever seen."
There is hope. Even in her silver years, mother is finally able to laugh and enjoy sexual talk....Go MOM !!!
Friday, October 12, 2007
Maybe shock is good for the lady. Father is another story. I believe if he could slither from his chair and crawl into a hole he has willed to open, he would.
We women are open to discussion of any topic. This often means nothing is sacred.
The youngest in the birthing order has a habit of crossing that fine line of proper. Imagine if you will, a Catholic woman who raised five daughters, sitting around the table with two of them. Conversation is mild and before too long, sex is brought up. We talk about it openly, much to her dismay, a bit graphic. Then, when I thought it was going well, my sister decided to ask mom
"have you ever given dad oral sex?"
Now, don't get me wrong, after spitting out my coffee, watching my mother for signs of a stroke and looking to make sure it was really my baby sister asking, I said "Wow". And if that wasn't enough, my sister looked at my mother and said " what, Ma, you never have?"
Mother recovered nicely and now I know, nothing is sacred.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
We have the following, in birth order from OLDest to youngest..
Miss Prudence slowly in her older years turning a bit vixen
Miss Numb, set me on fire, take everything from me and I won't complain (this one is really a gem)
Miss Dirty Minded Humor, will twist your words to make life fun, family therapist yet has no degree, problem solver
Miss Opinionated Defensive, I used to have a mind of my own until I got married.
Miss Doormat, kind, giving, naive, loving, will never learn when to pull back
Look for fun posts soon