So, truth time. Who do you love more - your spouse or your kid(s)?
Me. I have to admit that my heart first belonged to my hubby and the majority of it still lies there.
Are you that honest?
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Childhood nicknames
I've posted something like this before. But it's been a year or more, so it's time for this topic to resurface.
My mom called me Sh*tbird. I don't remember when this started, but I do have what I think is an amusing story about my nickname. I was working at my first "real" job after college. We were at a computer trade show in Vegas, and I had told my fellow marketing/technical marketing folks about my nickname. Well, I was waiting on my mom to show up to visit with me in Las Vegas. She was to meet me at the Tivoli booth. Wouldn't you know it; she showed up while I took a quick bathroom break. Anyway, she walked into the booth, obviously not a techie, and several guys asked her, "Are you Sh*tbird's mom?" OK, maybe you had to be there to get the humor of the situation. I know, it sounds like a derogatory nickname, but it's out of love, I assure you. It's just part of the twisted and vulgar humor my mom and I share.
I too have nicknames for my boys. Not nearly as crude; I'm sure DH (dear hubby) wouldn't let me. :)
Jackson is #1 or Jack Sprat. I doubt that'll last too much longer with him being a teenager now. Grayson is just #2, Gray, or G. Ben will call him G. I'll call him my baby, even though he's the middle child. Hudson, now 8, has really outgrown his nickname of Huddy Poo, but I just can't help myself. And with G/Gray as the exception, Mommy is the only one allowed to use these nicknames! (Per the kids' choice too.)
My daddy called Jackson "Short Stuff." (If you know Jackson, you know why.) He called Grayson "Cinqo" because he was born on May 5th, and he was my dad's 5th grandchild. And lastly, he called Hudson "Big Time." Not really sure of the origin of Hudson's nickname, but it does fit him, especially on the soccer field. He definitely does not play the game like he's a little guy.
I'll keep to myself the nicknames I call DH/Ben. I wouldn't want to embarrass him. :)
My mom called me Sh*tbird. I don't remember when this started, but I do have what I think is an amusing story about my nickname. I was working at my first "real" job after college. We were at a computer trade show in Vegas, and I had told my fellow marketing/technical marketing folks about my nickname. Well, I was waiting on my mom to show up to visit with me in Las Vegas. She was to meet me at the Tivoli booth. Wouldn't you know it; she showed up while I took a quick bathroom break. Anyway, she walked into the booth, obviously not a techie, and several guys asked her, "Are you Sh*tbird's mom?" OK, maybe you had to be there to get the humor of the situation. I know, it sounds like a derogatory nickname, but it's out of love, I assure you. It's just part of the twisted and vulgar humor my mom and I share.
I too have nicknames for my boys. Not nearly as crude; I'm sure DH (dear hubby) wouldn't let me. :)
Jackson is #1 or Jack Sprat. I doubt that'll last too much longer with him being a teenager now. Grayson is just #2, Gray, or G. Ben will call him G. I'll call him my baby, even though he's the middle child. Hudson, now 8, has really outgrown his nickname of Huddy Poo, but I just can't help myself. And with G/Gray as the exception, Mommy is the only one allowed to use these nicknames! (Per the kids' choice too.)
My daddy called Jackson "Short Stuff." (If you know Jackson, you know why.) He called Grayson "Cinqo" because he was born on May 5th, and he was my dad's 5th grandchild. And lastly, he called Hudson "Big Time." Not really sure of the origin of Hudson's nickname, but it does fit him, especially on the soccer field. He definitely does not play the game like he's a little guy.
I'll keep to myself the nicknames I call DH/Ben. I wouldn't want to embarrass him. :)
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Ping Pong Blog
Post a picture of your pet.
Meet a soaked Boo, as a puppy (from 4 years ago). Her fur has bleached out quite a bit from spending so much time outside. She's now a light gray. But there's nothing like a puppy pic.
I grew up with a miniature schnauzer too. Her name was Snickers. Full name: Snickers B Good. No middle name to go with that letter B, though. Kind of like Harry S Truman (the S doesn't stand for anything). Odd fact for the day for my blog subscribers. :)
Now that I've posted my pet photo, it's my turn to think of a blog topic to ping back to Rebecca. Suggestions taken, nay wanted. But I'll start with ... what was your childhood nickname or picked-on name? Or both. And, of course, the story behind them.
Happy Tuesday, y'all! I'm beginning to recover from my vacation coma. Can you tell?!
Meet a soaked Boo, as a puppy (from 4 years ago). Her fur has bleached out quite a bit from spending so much time outside. She's now a light gray. But there's nothing like a puppy pic.
I grew up with a miniature schnauzer too. Her name was Snickers. Full name: Snickers B Good. No middle name to go with that letter B, though. Kind of like Harry S Truman (the S doesn't stand for anything). Odd fact for the day for my blog subscribers. :)
Now that I've posted my pet photo, it's my turn to think of a blog topic to ping back to Rebecca. Suggestions taken, nay wanted. But I'll start with ... what was your childhood nickname or picked-on name? Or both. And, of course, the story behind them.
Happy Tuesday, y'all! I'm beginning to recover from my vacation coma. Can you tell?!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Challenge - Day 30
Post a picture of someone you miss.
Once again, I cannot limit myself to just 1 photo. I miss both of my dads - my stepdad, Harry, & my daddy.
Harry died suddenly in his mid 50s eight years ago. It was devastating; I was devastated.
Daddy was sick when he passed away, but that does not diminish the hurt. And that was 3 years ago.
You know the saying "you don't know what you've got til it's gone"? Well, that is definitely true. Although I did appreciate them while they were alive, their little quirks that seemed bothersome back then, I would give my right foot for today.
I miss them. Period. End of sentence. End of challenge.
Harold Eugene Pauley, 1946-2002
Curtis Dale Good, 1936-2007
Once again, I cannot limit myself to just 1 photo. I miss both of my dads - my stepdad, Harry, & my daddy.
Harry died suddenly in his mid 50s eight years ago. It was devastating; I was devastated.
Daddy was sick when he passed away, but that does not diminish the hurt. And that was 3 years ago.
You know the saying "you don't know what you've got til it's gone"? Well, that is definitely true. Although I did appreciate them while they were alive, their little quirks that seemed bothersome back then, I would give my right foot for today.
I miss them. Period. End of sentence. End of challenge.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Challenge - Day 29
Post a picture that can always make you smile.
That's fairly easy. A pic of my hubby and/or my kids. We'll go with kids acting goofy, which is fairly often. Capturing it in picture is a tad bit rare though. I'll see what I can find.
Well, they're not being all playful in this photo, but it is a picture of my boys, taken last summer. I love them to pieces, even if they know how to push every single one of my buttons.
That's fairly easy. A pic of my hubby and/or my kids. We'll go with kids acting goofy, which is fairly often. Capturing it in picture is a tad bit rare though. I'll see what I can find.
Well, they're not being all playful in this photo, but it is a picture of my boys, taken last summer. I love them to pieces, even if they know how to push every single one of my buttons.
Challenge - Day 28
Yes, I may be a day or 2 late in posting "day 28," but I'm trying, folks.
Post a picture of something you are afraid of.
Well, I think I've already posted pics of hating snakes and my insecurity of being alone, but I guess I can fess up to one more flaw.
I am afraid of being wrong. To me, it means humiliation, every one staring at me. And I don't like that. How do you capture that in a picture?
Post a picture of something you are afraid of.
Well, I think I've already posted pics of hating snakes and my insecurity of being alone, but I guess I can fess up to one more flaw.
I am afraid of being wrong. To me, it means humiliation, every one staring at me. And I don't like that. How do you capture that in a picture?
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Challenge - Days 26 & 27
Post a picture of something that means a lot to you.
My Williams family, Ben's side. This picture was taken last year on our ski trip to Steamboat. We had such a good time, we're going back this year!
Post a picture of yourself and a family member.
How about a picture of all of my immediate family! That's Hudson (about an hour old), Grayson (age 3), and Jackson (age 4.9). And a much younger (or younger-looking anyway) Ben and me. It was almost 9 years ago, and boy, do I look different. But this was the beginning of our complete family. No more kiddos. Just a dog or 2 added to the family.
Sorry for posting 2 days at once. It was just easier that way.
My Williams family, Ben's side. This picture was taken last year on our ski trip to Steamboat. We had such a good time, we're going back this year!
Post a picture of yourself and a family member.
How about a picture of all of my immediate family! That's Hudson (about an hour old), Grayson (age 3), and Jackson (age 4.9). And a much younger (or younger-looking anyway) Ben and me. It was almost 9 years ago, and boy, do I look different. But this was the beginning of our complete family. No more kiddos. Just a dog or 2 added to the family.
Sorry for posting 2 days at once. It was just easier that way.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Challenge - Day 25
Post a picture of your day.
I'll call this post "Mom's Taxi Service."
I spend a lot of time in my car, or SUV or land yacht or big o' truck, as you might call it. With 3 boys in 2 different schools (3 different schools beginning next fall), I drive some or all of them there. With 3 soccer practices weekly, usually all on Thursdays, I drive there and back. Don't forget soccer games, usually on the weekend, but some week-night games too. Then there are the numerous doctor appointments we can't seem to get out from under. And back home again. Now, throw in a Target or Walmart trip, mix it with a little Kohl's or the mall, and don't forget my trips to Sonic, and you've got my day. (And I almost left off Tom Thumb/Kroger.)
By the way, I love my big SUV. Yes, it's a gas guzzler. Yes, it can be a pain to park. But, it's roomy. It can fit all the soccer gear or $250 worth of groceries. It doesn't crunch the corner of science fair boards, either. The only thing I'd change is the color. Burnt orange! Go UT!
I'll call this post "Mom's Taxi Service."
I spend a lot of time in my car, or SUV or land yacht or big o' truck, as you might call it. With 3 boys in 2 different schools (3 different schools beginning next fall), I drive some or all of them there. With 3 soccer practices weekly, usually all on Thursdays, I drive there and back. Don't forget soccer games, usually on the weekend, but some week-night games too. Then there are the numerous doctor appointments we can't seem to get out from under. And back home again. Now, throw in a Target or Walmart trip, mix it with a little Kohl's or the mall, and don't forget my trips to Sonic, and you've got my day. (And I almost left off Tom Thumb/Kroger.)
By the way, I love my big SUV. Yes, it's a gas guzzler. Yes, it can be a pain to park. But, it's roomy. It can fit all the soccer gear or $250 worth of groceries. It doesn't crunch the corner of science fair boards, either. The only thing I'd change is the color. Burnt orange! Go UT!
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Challenge - Day 23
Post a picture of your favorite book.
I haven't read a book all the way through in I don't know when. I used to sit down and read a book cover to cover in a day or two. Now, I just have amassed a collection because I think I'm going to be in the mood to read. I enjoy reading, or used to. I think I still do. It's just the ADD or business of life that gets in the way. Like Rebecca, I'm going to post 2 pictures. 1 represents the so-called trash novels I mostly prefer. The other was a college assignment that I fell in love with.
Deceptions by Judith Michael. Classic novel about twin sisters who switch lives and then things go awry. Good junk, typical of what I read (when I do read). I have reread it several times. Favorite trash author, though, would have to be the deceased Sidney Sheldon. I've been reading his books since before I was a teenager. I just don't enjoy reading BOOKS for social or political reasons. However, I do like quicker reads like magazines or articles on the more valuable, poignant, topical topics.
Richard Wright's Native Son. The main character reminded me of a friend. This read was required in some upper level English course in college, and I just got/understood this book. (Richard Wright is also responsible for penning Black Boy, if that book sounds more familiar.) Maybe growing up in rural Arkansas helped put me in Wright's shoes (with race issues); maybe I just enjoyed his knack for writing. Whatever the case, I currently own a copy of the book with the intention to reread it someday.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I also enjoy a good Edgar Allan Poe story. However, I can't stand Shakespeare. I just DON'T get him. I'm amazed I passed high school English where his writings made an appearance. I distinctly remember skipping the read of Hamlet (required over a long weekend, which is a ridiculously short time allotted to read that play) and opting for the Mel Gibson movie instead. Hey, I still made an 80 on the test.
I haven't read a book all the way through in I don't know when. I used to sit down and read a book cover to cover in a day or two. Now, I just have amassed a collection because I think I'm going to be in the mood to read. I enjoy reading, or used to. I think I still do. It's just the ADD or business of life that gets in the way. Like Rebecca, I'm going to post 2 pictures. 1 represents the so-called trash novels I mostly prefer. The other was a college assignment that I fell in love with.
Deceptions by Judith Michael. Classic novel about twin sisters who switch lives and then things go awry. Good junk, typical of what I read (when I do read). I have reread it several times. Favorite trash author, though, would have to be the deceased Sidney Sheldon. I've been reading his books since before I was a teenager. I just don't enjoy reading BOOKS for social or political reasons. However, I do like quicker reads like magazines or articles on the more valuable, poignant, topical topics.
Richard Wright's Native Son. The main character reminded me of a friend. This read was required in some upper level English course in college, and I just got/understood this book. (Richard Wright is also responsible for penning Black Boy, if that book sounds more familiar.) Maybe growing up in rural Arkansas helped put me in Wright's shoes (with race issues); maybe I just enjoyed his knack for writing. Whatever the case, I currently own a copy of the book with the intention to reread it someday.
I would be remiss if I didn't mention that I also enjoy a good Edgar Allan Poe story. However, I can't stand Shakespeare. I just DON'T get him. I'm amazed I passed high school English where his writings made an appearance. I distinctly remember skipping the read of Hamlet (required over a long weekend, which is a ridiculously short time allotted to read that play) and opting for the Mel Gibson movie instead. Hey, I still made an 80 on the test.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Challenge - Day 22
Post a picture of something you wish you were better at.
Oh so many things!
For example, bike riding, standing on one foot, standing still, walking in a straight line. (I have balance issues, apparently.) But one thing that stands out as something I wish I was better at is playing baseball or softball. I did play a season or 2 when I was a youngster; but ever since I got hit in the eye with a softball during elementary recess, I've been scared of it. Scared that I'll swing and miss. Scared that I'll get hit. Not knowing how to slide. Just worried about looking funny whether I actually hit the ball or strike out. That's a general issue with me ... worrying what other people think about me. But I digress. Somewhat short and sweet today, peeps.
Oh so many things!
For example, bike riding, standing on one foot, standing still, walking in a straight line. (I have balance issues, apparently.) But one thing that stands out as something I wish I was better at is playing baseball or softball. I did play a season or 2 when I was a youngster; but ever since I got hit in the eye with a softball during elementary recess, I've been scared of it. Scared that I'll swing and miss. Scared that I'll get hit. Not knowing how to slide. Just worried about looking funny whether I actually hit the ball or strike out. That's a general issue with me ... worrying what other people think about me. But I digress. Somewhat short and sweet today, peeps.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Challenge - Day 21
Post a picture of something you wish you could forget.
1. I plead the fifth.
2. If I must post a picture of something, I think it would be pregnancy. I was a hormonal mess and my face looked like a teenage boy's worst nightmare (I had a lot of acne), just to name two of my issues. Yes, some women glow; I didn't. Some women embrace pregnancy; I didn't. And I was impatient, all three times. You'd think I would have learned what to expect, but those damn hormones did a number on me.
Here I am pregnant with number 3, a.k.a. Hudson, almost nine years ago. I may be smiling, but don't let that fake grin fool you. I love my boys, but their journey here was definitely an uphill battle.
1. I plead the fifth.
2. If I must post a picture of something, I think it would be pregnancy. I was a hormonal mess and my face looked like a teenage boy's worst nightmare (I had a lot of acne), just to name two of my issues. Yes, some women glow; I didn't. Some women embrace pregnancy; I didn't. And I was impatient, all three times. You'd think I would have learned what to expect, but those damn hormones did a number on me.
Here I am pregnant with number 3, a.k.a. Hudson, almost nine years ago. I may be smiling, but don't let that fake grin fool you. I love my boys, but their journey here was definitely an uphill battle.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Challenge - Day 20
Post a picture of somewhere you'd like to travel.
How do you narrow your dreams down to one picture? I guess that's part of this month-long photo challenge. So I suppose I'll just lay it all out here for you. Like Rebecca said, I'd love to visit Australia. I can't wait to embark upon an Alaskan cruise someday. I've already posted a picture of the South Pacific islands. I've been to Italy; it was awesome. I do want to return someday. I would love to go to Greece. More locally, I have never been to our nation's capitol (is that capitol with an O or an A?). I'd like to go in springtime when the cherry blossom trees are in bloom. And, lastly, I've never seen the leaves change during fall in the Northeast.
I think I've decided, however. The first, and longest, dream travel location of mine is ... New England. I wanted to get married in the month of October so we could honeymoon during the fall in Vermont or New Hampshire. (Logistically this didn't work out; we got married in August.) I've just ALWAYS wanted to go up there, stay in little B&Bs like on the Newhart show from the 80s, and just drive around to antique shops, without a care in the world, apple picking with other couples. Yes, I've seen the leaves change in the Ozark Mountains. I've seen the color of North Carolina in the fall, and it's probably similar. But NOT in my mind. So New England it is.
Real maple syrup. Hot apple cider. Curling up by the fire. It's giving me the itch to book a trip (sans kids) on Expedia.
How do you narrow your dreams down to one picture? I guess that's part of this month-long photo challenge. So I suppose I'll just lay it all out here for you. Like Rebecca said, I'd love to visit Australia. I can't wait to embark upon an Alaskan cruise someday. I've already posted a picture of the South Pacific islands. I've been to Italy; it was awesome. I do want to return someday. I would love to go to Greece. More locally, I have never been to our nation's capitol (is that capitol with an O or an A?). I'd like to go in springtime when the cherry blossom trees are in bloom. And, lastly, I've never seen the leaves change during fall in the Northeast.
I think I've decided, however. The first, and longest, dream travel location of mine is ... New England. I wanted to get married in the month of October so we could honeymoon during the fall in Vermont or New Hampshire. (Logistically this didn't work out; we got married in August.) I've just ALWAYS wanted to go up there, stay in little B&Bs like on the Newhart show from the 80s, and just drive around to antique shops, without a care in the world, apple picking with other couples. Yes, I've seen the leaves change in the Ozark Mountains. I've seen the color of North Carolina in the fall, and it's probably similar. But NOT in my mind. So New England it is.
Real maple syrup. Hot apple cider. Curling up by the fire. It's giving me the itch to book a trip (sans kids) on Expedia.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Challenge - Day 19
Post a picture and a letter.
Well, now that's pretty vague. What immediately jumps to mind is that "this post is brought to you by the letter K."
Kim.
Kooky.
Kind.
Kraft-y (as in cheesy).
Karma.
Kids.
Keen (in more than one way).
Kick (used to do that in Tae Kwon Do).
Kayak (a palindrome).
Kodak (I like taking pictures).
And, finally, my picture of the day. Of course, it's the letter K, more commonly known as potassium. It's also the 19th element on the periodic table. And it does not react well with water. Danger, Will Robinson, danger.
Well, now that's pretty vague. What immediately jumps to mind is that "this post is brought to you by the letter K."
Kim.
Kooky.
Kind.
Kraft-y (as in cheesy).
Karma.
Kids.
Keen (in more than one way).
Kick (used to do that in Tae Kwon Do).
Kayak (a palindrome).
Kodak (I like taking pictures).
And, finally, my picture of the day. Of course, it's the letter K, more commonly known as potassium. It's also the 19th element on the periodic table. And it does not react well with water. Danger, Will Robinson, danger.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Challenge - Day 18
Post a picture of your biggest insecurity.
This one is serious. I'm scared to death of being alone. Period. No further explanation needed.
This one is serious. I'm scared to death of being alone. Period. No further explanation needed.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Challenge - Day 17
Post a picture of something that has made a huge impact on your life recently.
That would have to be when Hudson, my youngest (age 8), was diagnosed last May with a brain defect, known as a Chiari malformation. We spent weeks and weeks not knowing the severity of such a diagnosis and visiting with different doctors (and getting different opinions). Now, he still has the malformation, but it's only side effect (today, anyway) is headaches/migraines. And he takes medicine for that. He'll be monitored annually, but it's not so much a worry these days.
It was downright scary. That's about all I can say.
Here's a photo of a brain scan. This picture does show a Chiari; but if you don't know what to look for, you won't see it. Sorry.
That would have to be when Hudson, my youngest (age 8), was diagnosed last May with a brain defect, known as a Chiari malformation. We spent weeks and weeks not knowing the severity of such a diagnosis and visiting with different doctors (and getting different opinions). Now, he still has the malformation, but it's only side effect (today, anyway) is headaches/migraines. And he takes medicine for that. He'll be monitored annually, but it's not so much a worry these days.
It was downright scary. That's about all I can say.
Here's a photo of a brain scan. This picture does show a Chiari; but if you don't know what to look for, you won't see it. Sorry.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Challenge - Day 16
Post a picture of someone who inspires you.
Hmm. This is a toughy. Am I not inspired? Am I not EASILY inspired? You know, this is kind of tough to admit, but I don't think I'm really inspired by anyone. That's not to say I'm negative or that I see the world in a negative way. I think I'm just independent. My motivation and enthusiasm seems to come from within.
As my husband just said, in helping me with this post, I did get inspired by Hillary Clinton's run for presidency. Not necessarily because of her politics, but because of her position as a female. First woman "could be" president.
I'm not inspired by humanitarian efforts. Sorry, Angelina. My dear hubby inspires me, but I'm trying to limit his appearance in this photo challenge. I am inspired by my friends (and acquaintances) who seem to have it all together.
But I think I'll go with that initial, potential female president vibe. Especially since it moved me at the time. (And sorry, Geraldine & Sarah, "could be" VEEP just doesn't cut it for me. I guess I'm a political, feminist snob. :))
Oh, and I met Hillary back in 1991. I just dug out that picture. (All Arkansas high school valedictorian's were invited to the governor's mansion and had their picture taken with Bill (& Hillary). No making fun of my hair, understand!!! It was Arkansas in the early 90s, and I was growing it out. :)
Hmm. This is a toughy. Am I not inspired? Am I not EASILY inspired? You know, this is kind of tough to admit, but I don't think I'm really inspired by anyone. That's not to say I'm negative or that I see the world in a negative way. I think I'm just independent. My motivation and enthusiasm seems to come from within.
As my husband just said, in helping me with this post, I did get inspired by Hillary Clinton's run for presidency. Not necessarily because of her politics, but because of her position as a female. First woman "could be" president.
I'm not inspired by humanitarian efforts. Sorry, Angelina. My dear hubby inspires me, but I'm trying to limit his appearance in this photo challenge. I am inspired by my friends (and acquaintances) who seem to have it all together.
But I think I'll go with that initial, potential female president vibe. Especially since it moved me at the time. (And sorry, Geraldine & Sarah, "could be" VEEP just doesn't cut it for me. I guess I'm a political, feminist snob. :))
Oh, and I met Hillary back in 1991. I just dug out that picture. (All Arkansas high school valedictorian's were invited to the governor's mansion and had their picture taken with Bill (& Hillary). No making fun of my hair, understand!!! It was Arkansas in the early 90s, and I was growing it out. :)
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Challenge - Day 15 (part 2)
Post a picture of something ELSE you want to do before you die.
I couldn't resist this picture.
Here's something else I want to do before I die. I want to grow old, and I want to have grandchildren. I have images of me on the front porch COVERED IN GRANDBABIES (think Steel Magnolias southern drawl there). (And, no, I will not be churning butter like this lady.)
I couldn't resist this picture.
Here's something else I want to do before I die. I want to grow old, and I want to have grandchildren. I have images of me on the front porch COVERED IN GRANDBABIES (think Steel Magnolias southern drawl there). (And, no, I will not be churning butter like this lady.)
Challenge - Day 15
Post a picture of something you want to do before you die.
If you've seen Couples Retreat, first, I'm sorry. Second, did you check out the view and hotel accomodations? I want to go to the South Pacific before I die. Yes, it's a 100-hour flight ... each way. (OK, I'm exaggerating.) But it's still a hell of a long ways away. But the idea of that clear water; the villa directly over the water; the glass floorboards to watch the fish swim by. Ah, paradise.
If you've seen Couples Retreat, first, I'm sorry. Second, did you check out the view and hotel accomodations? I want to go to the South Pacific before I die. Yes, it's a 100-hour flight ... each way. (OK, I'm exaggerating.) But it's still a hell of a long ways away. But the idea of that clear water; the villa directly over the water; the glass floorboards to watch the fish swim by. Ah, paradise.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Challenge - Day 14
Post a picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
I should post a picture of Ben, but most of you would guess him as the obvious answer to this question, and he's already made an appearance in this photo challenge. Instead, I'm putting up a picture of me and my beautiful mom. It was taken the weekend celebrating her 60th birthday in Las Vegas.
I love you, Mom.
I should post a picture of Ben, but most of you would guess him as the obvious answer to this question, and he's already made an appearance in this photo challenge. Instead, I'm putting up a picture of me and my beautiful mom. It was taken the weekend celebrating her 60th birthday in Las Vegas.
I love you, Mom.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Challenge – Day 13
Post a picture of your favorite band or artist.
This was fairly easy to decide on, but I’m still thinking if I chose the RIGHT one. I am, however, stuck in the early 90s, musically speaking.
My favorite band: Red Hot Chili Peppers. This is their album Blood Sugar Sex Magik. It was released in 1991, my freshman year at UT.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Challenge - Day 12
Post a picture of your favorite memory.
I don't have the exact picture I wanted to post. But this one is close enough. My favorite memory is high school graduation. (And this was our senior t-shirt.)
Yes, I've graduated from college. I've gotten married. I've birthed babies. I've travelled internationally. But my favorite memory continues to be high school graduation.
I'm not sure exactly why that memory was never overtaken by my wedding or the arrival of each of my 3 boys. But it hasn't. It's just the memory that I have of being the happiest.
Don't get me wrong. It's not that I wasn't happy during the other occasions, but I think the nerves during those times pushed aside some of their joy. Or maybe it was because graduation was a culmination without any stress. After all, I'd already been accepted to college. After college graduation, I had the stress of an upcoming wedding, a still-a-student fiance, his graduation, and the probability of moving, out of state nonetheless. Whereas after our wedding, life on our own and it's pressures were attached to it. Then with each baby came the fear that I was responsible for a human being's life, every day, rain or shine.
So as is classic to many movies, those carefree high school days that seemed so BIG at the time were really easy and fun in retrospect. And graduation was the ultimate goal. At least that's what I think. (I think.)
I don't have the exact picture I wanted to post. But this one is close enough. My favorite memory is high school graduation. (And this was our senior t-shirt.)
Yes, I've graduated from college. I've gotten married. I've birthed babies. I've travelled internationally. But my favorite memory continues to be high school graduation.
I'm not sure exactly why that memory was never overtaken by my wedding or the arrival of each of my 3 boys. But it hasn't. It's just the memory that I have of being the happiest.
Don't get me wrong. It's not that I wasn't happy during the other occasions, but I think the nerves during those times pushed aside some of their joy. Or maybe it was because graduation was a culmination without any stress. After all, I'd already been accepted to college. After college graduation, I had the stress of an upcoming wedding, a still-a-student fiance, his graduation, and the probability of moving, out of state nonetheless. Whereas after our wedding, life on our own and it's pressures were attached to it. Then with each baby came the fear that I was responsible for a human being's life, every day, rain or shine.
So as is classic to many movies, those carefree high school days that seemed so BIG at the time were really easy and fun in retrospect. And graduation was the ultimate goal. At least that's what I think. (I think.)
Friday, February 25, 2011
Challenge - Day 11
Post a picture of something you hate.
Well, now, that just sounds negative. Especially in light of all the personal stuff I've opened up about lately. But I do have one thing that gives me the heebie jeebies.
From grass snakes to copperheads, snakes freak me out. I mean, I won't even go through the reptile house at the zoo. To quote a movie that I'm sure you can all guess: "Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?"
Well, now, that just sounds negative. Especially in light of all the personal stuff I've opened up about lately. But I do have one thing that gives me the heebie jeebies.
From grass snakes to copperheads, snakes freak me out. I mean, I won't even go through the reptile house at the zoo. To quote a movie that I'm sure you can all guess: "Snakes. Why'd it have to be snakes?"
Challenge - Day 10
Post a picture of your most treasured item.
Treasured: defined as something of great worth or value.
If that's the case, I have several things that fall into this category.
My photos, especially of my kids.
My computer, since it houses 75% of my pictures.
My phone, because it's my calendar, my lifeline, to the world.
The magnolia painting & blanket we got for wedding gifts. (They remind me of my roots.)
Then there's my stepdad's watch. Not an expensive item. But I wore it to his funeral. Just to be near him. My dad's jewelry, some of which I've melted and had remade to fit me. Some pieces are in their original state. (Daddy was a big jewelry guy.) I wore his gold rope necklace to his funeral.
Is this getting too sad and depressing? But what I'm realizing, is the things I place the most value on have to do with people who are no longer here. Like my grandma's bowl, which my mom has, that I will inherit someday. It's nothing special, nothing valuable. But it was hers. And I never knew her.
So, it boils down to this picture. Taken just for this post. It is my Dad's cowboy hat and the flag draped over my stepdad's coffin and presented to my mom at his funeral. She then gave it to me.
Treasured: defined as something of great worth or value.
If that's the case, I have several things that fall into this category.
My photos, especially of my kids.
My computer, since it houses 75% of my pictures.
My phone, because it's my calendar, my lifeline, to the world.
The magnolia painting & blanket we got for wedding gifts. (They remind me of my roots.)
Then there's my stepdad's watch. Not an expensive item. But I wore it to his funeral. Just to be near him. My dad's jewelry, some of which I've melted and had remade to fit me. Some pieces are in their original state. (Daddy was a big jewelry guy.) I wore his gold rope necklace to his funeral.
Is this getting too sad and depressing? But what I'm realizing, is the things I place the most value on have to do with people who are no longer here. Like my grandma's bowl, which my mom has, that I will inherit someday. It's nothing special, nothing valuable. But it was hers. And I never knew her.
So, it boils down to this picture. Taken just for this post. It is my Dad's cowboy hat and the flag draped over my stepdad's coffin and presented to my mom at his funeral. She then gave it to me.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Challenge - Day 9
Post a picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
That prize has to go to the obvious, my best friend and mate, Ben. Like all couples who've been together for quite a while, we've had our ups and downs. But unlike most couples, there's not always a Kim in the relationship. I'm a pain. As Harry from "When Harry Met Sally" says, I'm high maintenance.
I've been angry, intolerant, depressed, anxious, sad, manic, pregnant, emotional, irrational, self conscious and much more, I imagine. And my loving husband puts up with me. Day after day after day. I've lost 2 dads, been through a difficult pregnancy, and nearly lost a child. And he hasn't wavered. I've been skinny. I've been fat, and Ben still loves me for who I am on the inside. And makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on this earth. He's even emptied my throw-up bucket when I've been sick or just hungover. Now that's love. And devotion.
This picture of him was taken on a trip to the Bahamas to celebrate our 10-year anniversary (in 2005). When we met, he had a full head of hair and wore size 28 (waist) jeans. Today, he's got less up top and more in the middle, but I couldn't ask for a more loving, handsome, sexy, caring husband.
"You're so cool," Ben. And I'm so lucky.
Thank you.
That prize has to go to the obvious, my best friend and mate, Ben. Like all couples who've been together for quite a while, we've had our ups and downs. But unlike most couples, there's not always a Kim in the relationship. I'm a pain. As Harry from "When Harry Met Sally" says, I'm high maintenance.
I've been angry, intolerant, depressed, anxious, sad, manic, pregnant, emotional, irrational, self conscious and much more, I imagine. And my loving husband puts up with me. Day after day after day. I've lost 2 dads, been through a difficult pregnancy, and nearly lost a child. And he hasn't wavered. I've been skinny. I've been fat, and Ben still loves me for who I am on the inside. And makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on this earth. He's even emptied my throw-up bucket when I've been sick or just hungover. Now that's love. And devotion.
This picture of him was taken on a trip to the Bahamas to celebrate our 10-year anniversary (in 2005). When we met, he had a full head of hair and wore size 28 (waist) jeans. Today, he's got less up top and more in the middle, but I couldn't ask for a more loving, handsome, sexy, caring husband.
"You're so cool," Ben. And I'm so lucky.
Thank you.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Challenge - Day 8
Post a picture of your night.
I should have done this a few nights ago when we were at the grandparents' farm. The stars were beautiful. The kids commented that they didn't know there were that many stars up there. I guess that's what city lights and smog will do.
But my typical night is in my comfy bed. And, yes, I have a TV in my bedroom. Experts say not to have one there, but fooey on them. I really enjoy unwinding in my PJs, under the fan with the A/C running full blast (I like it cold), snuggled under the covers, with a kid or two stopping by for a snuggle and some Tivo.
I don't normally make my bed, as you can tell upon close inspection of this photo. Today, I just pulled the covers up and threw our sleeping pillows on the bed to mask its normal messiness.
I should have done this a few nights ago when we were at the grandparents' farm. The stars were beautiful. The kids commented that they didn't know there were that many stars up there. I guess that's what city lights and smog will do.
But my typical night is in my comfy bed. And, yes, I have a TV in my bedroom. Experts say not to have one there, but fooey on them. I really enjoy unwinding in my PJs, under the fan with the A/C running full blast (I like it cold), snuggled under the covers, with a kid or two stopping by for a snuggle and some Tivo.
I don't normally make my bed, as you can tell upon close inspection of this photo. Today, I just pulled the covers up and threw our sleeping pillows on the bed to mask its normal messiness.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Challenge - Day 7
Post a picture of the person you do the most screwed up things with.
You get 3 answers, or sets of photos, for this one. They represent different periods of my life. Today, though, I mostly save my crazy for my “alone” time. However, I got my first tattoo with one of my college BFFs. The 5 others that adorn my body were on my own time. :)
This was taken in college. Carolyn is the blonde in the middle. I've got some sort of rastafarian wig on. Ben's wearing the Lollapalooza shirt.
But the most trouble-doing I did was probably in high school. Snuffy, this one’s for you.
Sometime around 1989. Shane is on the far right. And a nod to Snuffy & Big Bird as best buds.
I met Shane my junior year of high school in Technical Drawing. He was my Snuffleupagus; I was his Big Bird. We just clicked. Not as romantic soul mates, but as best buds. We partied together. We listened to music together. He healed a flesh wound on my knee after a night of very bad things. We watched the summer 92 Olympics together. (He wasn’t too chauvinistic to admit he liked women’s gymnastics!) He came to visit me in college. He was an usher at my wedding. We’ve stayed close 20+ years later. Some time may lapse between visits or phone calls, but we’ll always be close.
And, of course, I’ve done plenty of wild things with dear hubby. (He was actually my first answer to this challenge, but then I thought I should try to think out of the box a little.)
That's my hubby, with shaved sides and a ponytail. Sometime in college.
Nowadays, it’s hard to get too crazy with 3 young ‘uns (OK, so they’re not so young), and PTA meetings don’t seem to get too out of control. But writing this post and thinking about this topic, does make me think that I’m about due for a wild time! Usually that means ink. But we’ll see.
You get 3 answers, or sets of photos, for this one. They represent different periods of my life. Today, though, I mostly save my crazy for my “alone” time. However, I got my first tattoo with one of my college BFFs. The 5 others that adorn my body were on my own time. :)
This was taken in college. Carolyn is the blonde in the middle. I've got some sort of rastafarian wig on. Ben's wearing the Lollapalooza shirt.
But the most trouble-doing I did was probably in high school. Snuffy, this one’s for you.
Sometime around 1989. Shane is on the far right. And a nod to Snuffy & Big Bird as best buds.
I met Shane my junior year of high school in Technical Drawing. He was my Snuffleupagus; I was his Big Bird. We just clicked. Not as romantic soul mates, but as best buds. We partied together. We listened to music together. He healed a flesh wound on my knee after a night of very bad things. We watched the summer 92 Olympics together. (He wasn’t too chauvinistic to admit he liked women’s gymnastics!) He came to visit me in college. He was an usher at my wedding. We’ve stayed close 20+ years later. Some time may lapse between visits or phone calls, but we’ll always be close.
And, of course, I’ve done plenty of wild things with dear hubby. (He was actually my first answer to this challenge, but then I thought I should try to think out of the box a little.)
That's my hubby, with shaved sides and a ponytail. Sometime in college.
Nowadays, it’s hard to get too crazy with 3 young ‘uns (OK, so they’re not so young), and PTA meetings don’t seem to get too out of control. But writing this post and thinking about this topic, does make me think that I’m about due for a wild time! Usually that means ink. But we’ll see.
Challenge - Day 6
This will barely make it under the wire. It's Sunday, 11:17 p.m., right now. Today's subject: post a picture that makes you laugh.
I pondered and wondered about what makes me laugh. Sadly, I realized that I don't laugh enough. I love corn ball humor, though. (So did my dad.) "Confucious say" jokes are my favorite! But I don't have a picture to capture that feeling. I mean, yeah, I could have "borrowed" a fu-manchu, old-style drawing of an old Chinese man, but does that really do justice to a philosopher who lived a billion years ago? OK, I may be exaggerating.
The picture that I originally posted is pretty hilarious, IMO. Blackmail for the future, I'm guessing, as well. I won't identify the kiddo in trouble (and the nakedness was his choosing), but feel free to guess. Timeouts must come when they must is the moral of that story, I suppose.
THERE WAS A NAKED-BUTT PICTURE OF ONE OF MY BOYS (AROUND AGE 2) STANDING IN THE CORNER FOR A TIMEOUT. BUT A FAMILY MEMBER SUGGESTED I REMOVE IT FOR FEAR OF PROVOKING THE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY FANATICS. NO BIGGIE. I REMOVED IT.
Lisa Lampanelli and Gina Yashere are 2 comediennes that I like. Vulgar, yes. Crude, yes. JUST LIKE ME. (But, as a side note, I don't care for potty humor. Sexual explicity and veracity are fine, in my warped mind, though.)
The Bill Cosby album "Himself" and Steve Martin's movie "Parenthood" crack me up because they are so poignant about parenting for all the different stages you go through as a mom or dad. Watch these (now) DVDs each year or 2, and you'll see something new. I guess that's the clean side of my personality, as opposed to the polar opposite side mentioned with the above comediennes.
I realized with this rather difficult exercise that I can say "aww" to many things. I'll "smile" at touching moments/snapshots. I'll even admit to the "cute" photos of my family or others. But laughter was one that was tough to come by for me.
And, by the way, I didn't make it before the midnight deadline. Good thing I'm not being graded on this project. :)
I pondered and wondered about what makes me laugh. Sadly, I realized that I don't laugh enough. I love corn ball humor, though. (So did my dad.) "Confucious say" jokes are my favorite! But I don't have a picture to capture that feeling. I mean, yeah, I could have "borrowed" a fu-manchu, old-style drawing of an old Chinese man, but does that really do justice to a philosopher who lived a billion years ago? OK, I may be exaggerating.
The picture that I originally posted is pretty hilarious, IMO. Blackmail for the future, I'm guessing, as well. I won't identify the kiddo in trouble (and the nakedness was his choosing), but feel free to guess. Timeouts must come when they must is the moral of that story, I suppose.
THERE WAS A NAKED-BUTT PICTURE OF ONE OF MY BOYS (AROUND AGE 2) STANDING IN THE CORNER FOR A TIMEOUT. BUT A FAMILY MEMBER SUGGESTED I REMOVE IT FOR FEAR OF PROVOKING THE CHILD PORNOGRAPHY FANATICS. NO BIGGIE. I REMOVED IT.
Lisa Lampanelli and Gina Yashere are 2 comediennes that I like. Vulgar, yes. Crude, yes. JUST LIKE ME. (But, as a side note, I don't care for potty humor. Sexual explicity and veracity are fine, in my warped mind, though.)
The Bill Cosby album "Himself" and Steve Martin's movie "Parenthood" crack me up because they are so poignant about parenting for all the different stages you go through as a mom or dad. Watch these (now) DVDs each year or 2, and you'll see something new. I guess that's the clean side of my personality, as opposed to the polar opposite side mentioned with the above comediennes.
I realized with this rather difficult exercise that I can say "aww" to many things. I'll "smile" at touching moments/snapshots. I'll even admit to the "cute" photos of my family or others. But laughter was one that was tough to come by for me.
And, by the way, I didn't make it before the midnight deadline. Good thing I'm not being graded on this project. :)
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Challenge - Day 5
A picture of something you LOVE.
I thought about this for a minute and then the answer just came to me. I love my kids; I love my husband. I love my mother; I still love my dad and stepdad who are no longer bound to Earthly ground.
But, I've always LOVED the following.
Danny White, Dallas Cowboys #11
My childhood hero
I thought about this for a minute and then the answer just came to me. I love my kids; I love my husband. I love my mother; I still love my dad and stepdad who are no longer bound to Earthly ground.
But, I've always LOVED the following.
Danny White, Dallas Cowboys #11
My childhood hero
Challenge - Day 4
A picture of something you'd like to do again.
Venice, Italy - 2008
St. Peter's Cathedral at the Vatican, Rome, Italy - 2008
My childhood home.
(This is "home." I wish I could revisit those times; a time before bills, before deaths, before responsibility.)
Venice, Italy - 2008
St. Peter's Cathedral at the Vatican, Rome, Italy - 2008
My childhood home.
(This is "home." I wish I could revisit those times; a time before bills, before deaths, before responsibility.)
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Challenge - Day 3
Post a picture of your favorite TV Show.
OK, I'm not sure of my timing here because somehow days 2 & 3 of this picture challenge seem to have been lumped together. So, you've lucked out into seeing multiple pictures of my life in one single day.
Hmm. My favorite TV show. Could be How I Met Your Mother. Could be Food Network Challenge. How could I forget Psych? Or do I go back to earlier days for Mad About You or Picket Fences? I think I'm going to check with my friend, Tivo, to see what's on my most watched list.
I still can't decide. But I think I'll go with two comedies that I watch regularly in reruns. And a surprise favorite at the end.
OK, I'm not sure of my timing here because somehow days 2 & 3 of this picture challenge seem to have been lumped together. So, you've lucked out into seeing multiple pictures of my life in one single day.
Hmm. My favorite TV show. Could be How I Met Your Mother. Could be Food Network Challenge. How could I forget Psych? Or do I go back to earlier days for Mad About You or Picket Fences? I think I'm going to check with my friend, Tivo, to see what's on my most watched list.
I still can't decide. But I think I'll go with two comedies that I watch regularly in reruns. And a surprise favorite at the end.
Challenge - Day 2
Post a picture of you and the person you have been closest to the longest:
That would be my dear hubby.
Although we've been arguing most of the evening today, my husband, Ben, is my best friend. It's hard to believe we've been inseparable for 19 1/2 years. We've been together longer than not.
Here's a picture of us circa 1993.
That would be my dear hubby.
Although we've been arguing most of the evening today, my husband, Ben, is my best friend. It's hard to believe we've been inseparable for 19 1/2 years. We've been together longer than not.
Here's a picture of us circa 1993.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Challenge - Day 1 (Feb. 16, 2011)
I'm going to try to keep up with, not the Joneses, but with Rebecca's 30-day picture challenge.
That's me wearing the white hat and the brightly designed shirt, sitting on the Spanish Steps in Rome.
And 10 fun facts about myself. (Well, whose definition of "fun" should I use? Hmm.)
1. My maiden name is Good. Which most of you know. I had a very hard time deciding whether or not to still use my Good name when I got married. I knew I didn't want 2 last names or a hyphenated last name, but I considered changing my middle name from my birth middle name (Dawn) to my maiden name (Good). Then I thought about how I would fill out tax forms where it asks for first, middle, last, and maiden names. Would I put Kimberly Good Williams Good or Kimberly Dawn Williams Good. That just made it too confusing (and, yes, I overthought it way too much). So I landed on just Kimberly Dawn Williams as my official name (and official in this case was determined by what is on my social security card).
2. I'm usually a stickler for grammar. But not in online writings, for some bizarre reason. So, Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc. let me off the hook and be casual, I suppose. I often break tense or confuse verb tenses in my online writing, but it doesn't bother me like it does in thank you notes, letters, papers, essays, applications, etc. (I was tested on the entirety of the AP Style guide in college, letter by letter.)
3. I married my college sweetheart 15 1/2 years ago. We met the first day of school, in Calculus (Dr. Schelter's class at UT). We began doing homework together after a couple of weeks, and had our first date on a Saturday night, Sept. 28, 1991. (I had just broken up with my high school boyfriend of 1 1/2 years the Thursday before too.)
4. I have 3 boys. That's obvious to anyone who knows me. What isn't well known is that if it hadn't been for my pregnancy troubles with the last one, we were considering having a 4th child. Not necessarily to try for "the girl," but just to have a big family. Nowadays I look back and can't believe I ever entertained the notion of 4 kiddos. Most days, 3 is more than a handful!
5. My parents divorced when I was only 6 months old. I never knew them as a couple. I often ask my mom "what did you 2 even have in common or what brought you together?" I cannot picture the 2 of them together, romantically.
6. I love my hubby more than anything else. More than my kids, more than my mom, more than myself. I'm not sure that's the way it's supposed to be, and maybe I'm a little (or a lot) codependent, but it is what it is.
7. I used to be thin. In fact, most of my life I was. Up until about 6 years ago or so. Blame it on the 30s. Blame it on lack of exercise. Blame it on my diet. But mostly blame it on medication. (Yes, I am still in control of what I look like. And, yes, I could do something about it if I were so motivated. I understand that.)
8. I am bipolar, depressive. With anxiety. Don't care to elaborate right now.
9. I'm nosy.
10. I began cussing in 4th grade. I wonder why I remember the timing of that.
That's me wearing the white hat and the brightly designed shirt, sitting on the Spanish Steps in Rome.
And 10 fun facts about myself. (Well, whose definition of "fun" should I use? Hmm.)
1. My maiden name is Good. Which most of you know. I had a very hard time deciding whether or not to still use my Good name when I got married. I knew I didn't want 2 last names or a hyphenated last name, but I considered changing my middle name from my birth middle name (Dawn) to my maiden name (Good). Then I thought about how I would fill out tax forms where it asks for first, middle, last, and maiden names. Would I put Kimberly Good Williams Good or Kimberly Dawn Williams Good. That just made it too confusing (and, yes, I overthought it way too much). So I landed on just Kimberly Dawn Williams as my official name (and official in this case was determined by what is on my social security card).
2. I'm usually a stickler for grammar. But not in online writings, for some bizarre reason. So, Facebook, Twitter, blogs, etc. let me off the hook and be casual, I suppose. I often break tense or confuse verb tenses in my online writing, but it doesn't bother me like it does in thank you notes, letters, papers, essays, applications, etc. (I was tested on the entirety of the AP Style guide in college, letter by letter.)
3. I married my college sweetheart 15 1/2 years ago. We met the first day of school, in Calculus (Dr. Schelter's class at UT). We began doing homework together after a couple of weeks, and had our first date on a Saturday night, Sept. 28, 1991. (I had just broken up with my high school boyfriend of 1 1/2 years the Thursday before too.)
4. I have 3 boys. That's obvious to anyone who knows me. What isn't well known is that if it hadn't been for my pregnancy troubles with the last one, we were considering having a 4th child. Not necessarily to try for "the girl," but just to have a big family. Nowadays I look back and can't believe I ever entertained the notion of 4 kiddos. Most days, 3 is more than a handful!
5. My parents divorced when I was only 6 months old. I never knew them as a couple. I often ask my mom "what did you 2 even have in common or what brought you together?" I cannot picture the 2 of them together, romantically.
6. I love my hubby more than anything else. More than my kids, more than my mom, more than myself. I'm not sure that's the way it's supposed to be, and maybe I'm a little (or a lot) codependent, but it is what it is.
7. I used to be thin. In fact, most of my life I was. Up until about 6 years ago or so. Blame it on the 30s. Blame it on lack of exercise. Blame it on my diet. But mostly blame it on medication. (Yes, I am still in control of what I look like. And, yes, I could do something about it if I were so motivated. I understand that.)
8. I am bipolar, depressive. With anxiety. Don't care to elaborate right now.
9. I'm nosy.
10. I began cussing in 4th grade. I wonder why I remember the timing of that.
Monday, February 7, 2011
It hasn't been quite a year yet.
I thought I better hurry up and post something before a whole 365 days rolled by. I know 1 person who will appreciate this. ;)
Had a weird day today. After being STUCK (and no, I did NOT revel in it) at home with my 3 boys for 4 school days because of the icy weather, I think my body was in need of a metaphoric chiropractor. I ran some errands, but otherwise, I just felt in a funk. Then one of those dreadful migraines tried to rear its ugly head. (Able to keep it at bay so far.) Don't feel like reading. Nothing decent on TV. And the minute the boys got home from school, WWIII broke out. Does the fighting ever end? I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that question, but I prefer to live in denial.
We've gone to church now 2 weeks in a row. That may not sound like much, but it's a start. Even bought the kiddos a few new "church clothes" today. It's hard to believe my birthday is right around the corner. And although I believe that I am younger than 90% (or more) of my friends, I still can't fathom the fact that I'm 37. I don't mind growing older; the number doesn't bother me. I'm just amazed at what I have and haven't accomplished in that many years. Of course, I can still gloat that I'm 1 year younger than my dear hubby, henceforth known as Ben or DH.
Weird side note. Found out my vet and my dog have the same birthday - today. One of them is 4. One of them is not. I'll let you guess which is which. ;)
I'm glad the Steelers won at Jerry World yesterday ... I mean, the Super Bowl at Cowboys Stadium. But it was kind of a sloppy game. And it's hard for me to get too excited about a team that's not the Cowboys. Speaking of football, with the induction of Deion Sanders (ex-Cowboys #21) into the NFL Hall of Fame, it makes me wonder how I feel personally about his "Cowboys" status. He only played for us for 4 years. Hmm. To ponder at some point.
Time to quit typing. DH is picking up salad (for me) and sandwiches (for the rest) for dinner after doing the taxi dance for our eldest's band lesson.
To somewhat emulate my SIL for a moment as I sign off ...
Past: Thanks, Mom, for bringing Harry/Papa into my & the boys' lives.
Present: Need to get out of this funk SOON.
Future: And to quote Depeche Mode ... Enjoy the Silence.
Had a weird day today. After being STUCK (and no, I did NOT revel in it) at home with my 3 boys for 4 school days because of the icy weather, I think my body was in need of a metaphoric chiropractor. I ran some errands, but otherwise, I just felt in a funk. Then one of those dreadful migraines tried to rear its ugly head. (Able to keep it at bay so far.) Don't feel like reading. Nothing decent on TV. And the minute the boys got home from school, WWIII broke out. Does the fighting ever end? I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that question, but I prefer to live in denial.
We've gone to church now 2 weeks in a row. That may not sound like much, but it's a start. Even bought the kiddos a few new "church clothes" today. It's hard to believe my birthday is right around the corner. And although I believe that I am younger than 90% (or more) of my friends, I still can't fathom the fact that I'm 37. I don't mind growing older; the number doesn't bother me. I'm just amazed at what I have and haven't accomplished in that many years. Of course, I can still gloat that I'm 1 year younger than my dear hubby, henceforth known as Ben or DH.
Weird side note. Found out my vet and my dog have the same birthday - today. One of them is 4. One of them is not. I'll let you guess which is which. ;)
I'm glad the Steelers won at Jerry World yesterday ... I mean, the Super Bowl at Cowboys Stadium. But it was kind of a sloppy game. And it's hard for me to get too excited about a team that's not the Cowboys. Speaking of football, with the induction of Deion Sanders (ex-Cowboys #21) into the NFL Hall of Fame, it makes me wonder how I feel personally about his "Cowboys" status. He only played for us for 4 years. Hmm. To ponder at some point.
Time to quit typing. DH is picking up salad (for me) and sandwiches (for the rest) for dinner after doing the taxi dance for our eldest's band lesson.
To somewhat emulate my SIL for a moment as I sign off ...
Past: Thanks, Mom, for bringing Harry/Papa into my & the boys' lives.
Present: Need to get out of this funk SOON.
Future: And to quote Depeche Mode ... Enjoy the Silence.
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