June 27, 2008
I have seen the future (today, on YouTube) and the future is now! Go and watch the CBS news segment on the medical clinical trials for […]
June 16, 2008
The last month has been a time of stretching and growing for me. (Or maybe it’s been a time of feeling incredibly old and I’m just […]
April 2, 2007
My baby boy turns 17 today. Gee that makes me sound old, and even more scary… it makes him old. All the big celebrating is over […]
March 1, 2007
My hubby had an appointment today to get his eyes checked. He told me about it when he finished. Apparently, he had “dark spots” that concerned […]
January 9, 2007
This WAS the year that was supposed to be less stressful, right? This was gonna be THE year for me... wasn't it? So how come we are already past the one week mark and I'm still playing catch-up?
So far, almost everything that could go wrong HAS gone wrong. My Tablet started acting up, so I spent last weekend (and much after-hours time yesterday) getting it back from a ground-floor regen in preparation for my upcoming trip. My Hubby's birthday was nearly ruined when I left the grocery store with only half of the bags I purchased... leaving the jumbo shrimp splurge for his dinner in the self-checkout lane. (Note to self: when stressed out, let someone else ring up my groceries, so I'm sure I get my goods in my basket after paying for them.)
So far, almost everything that could go wrong HAS gone wrong. My Tablet started acting up, so I spent last weekend (and much after-hours time yesterday) getting it back from a ground-floor regen in preparation for my upcoming trip. My Hubby's birthday was nearly ruined when I left the grocery store with only half of the bags I purchased... leaving the jumbo shrimp splurge for his dinner in the self-checkout lane. (Note to self: when stressed out, let someone else ring up my groceries, so I'm sure I get my goods in my basket after paying for them.)
December 27, 2006
Today, as I logged onto my computer (something I'm trying to curtail during the holidays as much as possible -- although unsuccessfully), I saw the NPR top news stories on my Google home page. President Gerald Ford died.
On Christmas day, when visiting my hubby's family, my father-in-law told me that James Brown had died.
Now, these may not seem related on any typical level, but it's one of those times when I realize that my past is crumbling. It's literally disintegrating from age. The icons I grew up with are no more.
On Christmas day, when visiting my hubby's family, my father-in-law told me that James Brown had died.
Now, these may not seem related on any typical level, but it's one of those times when I realize that my past is crumbling. It's literally disintegrating from age. The icons I grew up with are no more.
October 8, 2006
I was talking with a peer last week. She announced that she was going to be a grandmother this week. The c-section is scheduled due to some fairly serious complications. My prayers are with her and her daughter, and I've been thinking about it alot over the weekend.
First, I was shocked. After all, she's MY age! And my eldest son (now 18) scared the crap outta me right before he joined the Army by getting "Ohhhh--Ahhh" face every time he saw an infant. He even eyed pregnant women with a new vision. It was terrifying.
He also said things like "Awwww, isn't that sweet? I want one of those." and similar undeniable signs that he's all grown up and in the throes of baby fever. I shared this with my peer and she confessed that her own daughter was doing the same thing about a year ago -- thus confirming my fears.
It's kind of odd how much smarter you really DO get as you get older as a parent and we discussed this at length.
First, I was shocked. After all, she's MY age! And my eldest son (now 18) scared the crap outta me right before he joined the Army by getting "Ohhhh--Ahhh" face every time he saw an infant. He even eyed pregnant women with a new vision. It was terrifying.
He also said things like "Awwww, isn't that sweet? I want one of those." and similar undeniable signs that he's all grown up and in the throes of baby fever. I shared this with my peer and she confessed that her own daughter was doing the same thing about a year ago -- thus confirming my fears.
It's kind of odd how much smarter you really DO get as you get older as a parent and we discussed this at length.
September 15, 2006
This week my eldest son left for the Army. And, it's one of those things that makes you realize how quickly the time really does go.
I preach about quality of life, about slowing down, about smelling the roses. But, apparently, I seldom do it.
After all, that young man that's taller than I am now, was, just a few short months ago, the little baby that liked to sleep on my belly -- for every nap. He's the little guy that I'd nurse while I typed on my undergraduate thesis. He's the one I taught to read at four, to ride a bike, to stand up straight and tall, even when life dealt some serious blows.
This is my baby... my first child.
I preach about quality of life, about slowing down, about smelling the roses. But, apparently, I seldom do it.
After all, that young man that's taller than I am now, was, just a few short months ago, the little baby that liked to sleep on my belly -- for every nap. He's the little guy that I'd nurse while I typed on my undergraduate thesis. He's the one I taught to read at four, to ride a bike, to stand up straight and tall, even when life dealt some serious blows.
This is my baby... my first child.
May 29, 2006
I spent the night away from home recently and actually watched "normal" television. (I must say, I couldn't get back to a "no cable" household quickly enough to suit me.) However... while I was there, I noticed something that I found simply shocking... something that may have "snuck up" on those who watch TV all the time...
May 8, 2006
Go figure, it's more fun (and much easier) to come down the mountain than it is to climb up. Yesterday (Sunday), Pops and I took a couple hours to climb and explore a nearby trail. It was pretty pathetic going up...
Walk a hundred yards, huff and puff for five minutes... walk 50 yards, huff and puff... walk 200 yards then get winded and have to stop for five minutes. Needless to say, it took awhile to get up. We walked up the trail -- a fairly comfortable incline, despite the "huff and puff" episodes -- for just over an hour and a half. I took photos (of course) and added them to my Colorado Photo Blog. The sights were really nice going up...
Walk a hundred yards, huff and puff for five minutes... walk 50 yards, huff and puff... walk 200 yards then get winded and have to stop for five minutes. Needless to say, it took awhile to get up. We walked up the trail -- a fairly comfortable incline, despite the "huff and puff" episodes -- for just over an hour and a half. I took photos (of course) and added them to my Colorado Photo Blog. The sights were really nice going up...
May 5, 2006
The retreat is going well, although the last three days have been spent working, even though I'd planned only to work Tuesdays and Thursdays through this month, while on retreat. I need to spend the majority of my time writing, researching and coming to some conclusions.
But, when a client has a crisis -- what's a good girl to do?
But, when a client has a crisis -- what's a good girl to do?
January 10, 2006
After my harassment last year, when Wayne turned 40, I deserve a hellish birthday. I've earned it. You know, one of the highest hitting keyword phrases on my blog for awhile was "Mean things to say to people turning 40."
That cracked me up. Hubby was not amused. LOL.
Well, now it's my turn to get older, to pass into that next decade. And I can say that turning 40 isn't the drama I'd expected. I do hope that my 40's are spent a little less hell-bent on proving myself to me. I think that job is mostly done. It won't be spent proving myself to others -- I'm too old for that foolishness and time is too valuable.
I do have difficulty with finding the right direction sometimes... and this last week has been really hard on me in that area -- especially after all the dust settled from the previous three weeks of personal/family trials and tribulations.
But things have settled down... and I think I'm starting to get a grip on what's next.
January 8, 2005
My beloved husband turned 40 yesterday. Poor thing, there is surely no hell like living with me and having a landmark birthday.
I've given him no peace since the day he turned 39. I've built quite a repertoire of age-related snips and facts... I have a right, of course, since... for exactly four days... he's a full two years older than me.
For the last 19 years -- since our college days, when we were just friends and when that age difference loomed much larger than it does these days... I've given him crap about his age. It's just one of our "things"... ok, it's one of MY things. He merely endures it.
Little factoids like...
December 9, 2004
Picking up on my last blog� about the universe showing me what I need to see, when I need to see it...
November 22, 2004
Wayne's first cousin died this weekend. She died without warning or fanfare. Her lungs were attacked by a blood clot and the doctor's attempts to save her last week failed. She wasn't a smoker, she wasn't on any medications that predisposed her to this... and she was only 39.
September 8, 2004
Today is my father's birthday (Happy Birthday, Pops!) and I was doing a bit of reflecting on that this a.m., and naturally a bit of reflecting on my own life as his adult daughter, while sorting my e-mail first thing this a.m.
You know, just when you start feeling really good about yourself... someone comes along to point out the stuff you don't have under control (like a waistline, weight, physical appearance). All that's bearable so long as the person is younger, on television or anonymous. But, when that person is your high school biology teacher....
You know, just when you start feeling really good about yourself... someone comes along to point out the stuff you don't have under control (like a waistline, weight, physical appearance). All that's bearable so long as the person is younger, on television or anonymous. But, when that person is your high school biology teacher....