Green Door

I remember my parents playing this song when I was around 7 years old. We used to dance in the living room, and my parents used to swing us around.
Isn't it great?

Learn a Spanish phrase 101

La cuenta, por favor?

lah-kwehn-tah, pohr fah-bohr?

May I have the check, please?

This phrase comes in handy if you are dining out in Mexico. Do not wait for the waiter to bring the bill to you. You have to ask for it.

Color my world

I wish I could clone myself so I would have more time to do all the things I need to complete. Painted the trim in my bedroom this weekend. Ok, not by myself. I had help. I was lucky my help stuck around, because he had to listen to me complain about... I didn't know what I was doing, didn't like what I was doing, didn't want to be doing WHAT I was doing! Actually, I began to strip the paint off the wood, but it didn't go too well. Painting has got to be one of the things I despise. As a child I was not allowed to paint, because I wouldn't do it right.(That's my mom's voice. Reread the sentence but talk with a mom voice, it sounds better.)
I get all pumped up to do it, and I paint for about 2 minutes. Then it's..Ok I'm done that's all I can handle. Let me say....Way to go! to anyone who paints for a living.
So now I have to decide on a room color. Would like a calm relaxing color. Can't be green. That's what it was. Any suggestions? But then, if your sleeping you can't really see the color anyway. Been trying to decide this since about Sept. of last year. Yes, that's how long this room painting project has gone on. That's when I officially starting taking off the wallpaper. Then life takes over and there's always a million things to do. So anyway..I promise to be better about writing on my blog. I know you like to read it. I'm glad your here! Well it's 3am and the laundry is done. Next my schedule says.. sleep. Nighty Night!

Something to think about

When we look back on this life, we see that when people are born, no one has thoughts of joy, sadness, bitterness, hatred. Once intelligence develops, we learn habits from others, and our own personal mental habits emerge. Our mind is turned into a monster because of self-importance. We argue, lose our temper, worry about useless things, repeat the same thoughts again and again. It is darkness to darkness in an endless cycle.

Red wagon ride on the wild side

Usually when my son asks me to go outside and play with him, I dread it. Playing catch is not my favorite thing to do. Well, probably because I suck at it and I spend most of the time chasing the ball, or maybe it's because I throw like a girl. Oh, now really does that surprise you?

So when he asked me after dinner to go out and play I did that grit your teeth but still smiling say sure I would love too thing. Only this time he had something else planned. "Pull me in the wagon around the block" he said boldly like he wore the pants in the family. So I did. The fourth side of the block has no sidewalk so we have to go down the street. He decided he wanted to steer while I ran and pushed him. So, I'm running, pushing and yelling turn, turn, watch out for the car. Our weenie dog is running along side barking at me because I'm yelling at him. He's trying to steer but we are laughing so hard, we barely make it back home. We get to the top of the driveway and he turns the wagon around and points it down the drive towards the street. Then he says "Get in!" I'm like...ME? "I'm not getting in!" He looks at me laughing and says "Its your turn" So, okay I get into the little red wagon. Now let me tell you I weigh all of 110 pounds, but it was a tight squeeze getting my butt in the wagon.

"Mom?" he says. "Yeah?" I answered. "You know that show Christmas Vacation when he is on that sled and it goes so fast that flames are coming out"..he's laughing, I'm laughing, "It's going to be like that" and he starts running and pushing me down the driveway. (For God's sake I haven't driven a wagon in oh, maybe 40 years) You know where this is going don't you? Well just as he gets me to the end of the driveway, a blue van comes around the corner and me and the little red wagon come shooting out from behind the neighbors truck. Yes, it was just like the show Christmas Vacation.

Now this is fun, forget that playing catch stuff!!
We both fell laughing into the grass. He looks up at me and says "You want to do it again?" I jumped up, ran to the wagon and said "Well Yeah! But your going to have to go faster than that!

Oh Crystal Ball..

"You'll be in the large conference room" she said, and pointed towards a room with a huge wooden table with plush chairs. Them on one side, us on the other. "We will not pay for the child's college, not his sports equipment, activity fees, or any lessons he participates in." "We refuse to pay for a membership to the Club,or the YMCA." my husbands lawyer exclaimed. "My client is only responsible for what the child support guidelines say he is to pay. (It is irrelevent that he is President of the bank and makes 4 times what his wife makes reading meters.) "A judge would never make my client pay that."

I sit in this room hearing words going back and forth, glance across the table at my husband and wonder who he is and who has he become. Why did I think he would give more than was required by law? He leans back in his chair, seemingly comfortable with the way his lawyer is handling everything.

"It makes no difference that your client and her son are accustomed to swimming at the pool at the club, that was a perk of being married to my client." his lawyer exclaimed. "That may have been her lifestyle before, but we are not going to pay for her to continue that lifestyle." I hear his voice speak. I only wanted help in paying for the membership so our son could continue to use the pool.

14 years before
"I love you, will you marry me? We will have a wonderful life together, and someday I may be President of the Bank and you will never have to want for anything...."

Time Away

Looks like I missed a couple days doesn't it. Well I was having a little fun shopping. Can't blame a girl for wanting a little time for herself now can you?

Reed spent the weekend with his dad. Chuck claims it was a "great time" but he would not want to tell me any different. Anything to make me feel bad for taking some time to myself. You know Reed is just an "Angel Child" when he is with his Dad, or so he wants me to believe. Just another way to make me feel inferior to him and his wonderful abilities.

Ouch, where did all that anger come from??

Deep Thought

All of us are watchers-
of television, of time clocks,
of traffic on the freeway-but
few are observers. Everyone is
looking, not many are seeing.

Peter M. Leschak

A bit of advice

He said to me,

"Tell them...You are nice good people, I just want you to understand it is not criticism. I am just explaining what I believe should happen in certain situations."

I replied, "What if they try to make me think it is criticism, when now I clearly understand it is not?"

With a serious look he replied, "Just leave them with their stuff, it's all you can do."

Merry-Go-Round

Do you ever wonder if you have to much stuff? You know, things just kinda everywhere? Papers that came home with your child, mail you open and stack up because you want to look at it again? Magazines, children's artwork, toys and books. (That reminds me I just uncovered a book I want to read. I put it on the pile of things to do tomorrow.)

I had new carpet installed last week, I love it! Problem is I had to take everything out of the living room, dining room, stairway, hallway. I carried all 17 piles of really important things and piled them into...oh, maybe 4 really big important thing piles. So here it is a week later, and I still do not have everything in its place.(Did it really have a place to begin with?)

Sometimes I get dizzy on my Merry-Go-Round. Take the laundry down stairs, see a case of Diet Coke that needs to go in the frig. Bring it upstairs, start putting it in the frig. and decide I would like one, so I attempt to get a glass and realize they are all in the dishwasher. So I begin to take the dishes out of the dishwasher. (The Diet Coke is now partially in and out of the frig.) I begin unloading the dishwasher, but there is a picture frame on the kitchen counter, so I take the frame into the dining room and begin putting my son's picture in it. I need to clean the glass in the frame with window cleaner, and I think well heck, while I have the window cleaner out, the bathroom mirror upstairs really needed cleaned. I clean the mirror, and find more laundry...Crap! If I hurry I can get it in the washer before it finishes..OH MY GOD...I'm back where I started and still nothing is done. You know what I mean??

That's why sometimes I don't blog for perhaps 3 or 4 days in a row. There are times it takes that long for the Merry-Go-Round to get me back to the computer! Whew!

Occasional Affirmation

When somebody's upset,
Remember...
It is not yours to fix.

He loves me, he loves me not

He loves me he loves me not

He loves me he loves me not

He loves me?
He loves me not?

Untitled

The candle flickers casting long
shadows of the empty flame upon my wall.
A lonely voice in a long still night.
No one hears, tears fall silent
wild abandon of my heart
object of my passion.