I rushed through the grocery store, just grabbing a few things, no cart or basket even. Suddenly after an odd look from a gentleman I realized the bananas I had cradled in my arm while holding other items in my hands were cupping my boob like some bizarre bra Madonna would wear on stage in a concert. Think the Latin lady with the fruit hat meets Madonna. Somehow I managed to shift my items without dropping anything & made my way to the check out stand, still shaking my head at myself.
My 7 yr old has taken up passionately trading Pokemon & Yugio cards. It's almost a whole other world with foreign currency & laws. Kind of crazy, but interesting. The upside is it helps reinforce his reading skills & he is making choices & decisions, learning value or perceived value, so I guess I can endure the endless boring minutia of it all.
A current regimen of acupuncture, therapeutic massage & physician visits with written prescriptions blended with plans for enrollment in an upcoming Tai Chi (spelling?) class & re-immersion in water aerobics (did you catch the pun?) is my current plan of attack to regain my health. I'm willing to try anything to get better & do all the things I want & need to do, can you tell? Just to be more than a prisoner in my own body or to not see the stairs in my house as "the dark side of the force" to do battle with, would be lovely. So, I am working on it. I am also going to "duck alignment" therapy because, it can never hurt to get one's ducks in a row!
My lovely 16 yr old daughter became irate last night when told that she would not be able to borrow the suburban (my car & the only one that seats all of us) for the weekend. We traded our 12 passenger van to our mechanic to help pay to get the power steering in the truck fixed. So, we are down a vehicle & down to only 1 that seats all of us. She wanted to drive herself 3 hours away to visit her father. I told her it was a possibility & depended on our weekend plans. Turns out we actually have weekend plans for the first time in forever. I offered to drive her 1/2 way to meet her father like we've done in the past. This went over like a fart in church. After many of my daughter's nasty comments of gloom & despair & our family not measuring up to perfection in her eyes I turned to her & said, "If things are so awful here, you can go live with your dad." I'd had enough. Turns out, so had she. She left a note saying I told her to leave so she did. Once she was asleep at a friend's house the parents called me to let me know she was there & fine. Did you realize I had kicked my daughter out? I explained my version of events aka: the truth. It will be interesting to see how she plays her cards & what happens next. I'm thankful that this loving, wonderful, good family was there for her & she feels comfortable there since she doesn't appreciate the home she has. Animal Kingdom keeps coming to my mind. I expect Marlon Perkins to be standing in my living room with a pointer directed at the Wiley Teenager, one of mans deadliest creatures narrating that while they are not about to go extinct they drive many parents to near extinction. Barefoot-Jim chasing one down as he leaps from a jeep to nab a teen in the fast-food line. Now, if only I could borrow that tranquilizing dart gun! hm. I don't know if the little princess made it to school today but speaking of school, we received an automated call from the high school after she left last night. She is scheduled for Saturday school, a morning type of detention for kids to make up for ditching classes. How very interesting that is! Again, "hm". Again, Animal Kingdom comes to mind, this time the trivia fact about some animals eating their young. It all begins to become clear somehow.
So today I woke up with a cold sore, & now you know why. I'm also on day 3 with no diet soda, no soda at all in fact. There needs to be a Betty Ford clinic for caffeine addiction I tell you. I feel like I truly am in detox. Gotta get a fix- I feel a run to the mini mart for a 24 case of diet cola coming on strong!!!! vroom vroom, here I go!
Being one to try to be pro-active about most things in my life, I've decided in light of certain recent (& certain ongoing) events to begin hosting an annual G.A.L.S weekend retreat. G.A.L.S stands for "gathering all lunatics". By mere definition, anyone who performs a non-appreciated job in the trenches without pay, without hazard pay or protective battle gear, aka: anyone who is a mother, should be entitled to come! Bring your own diet soda though! Or regular if you're hard core.
On the bright side, I love my family, I have a decent home even if it looks "ghetto" as my Dolly-girl would say (because of needing new siding & some other improvements). I am so very blessed in many ways. I am also thankful for my friends & readers & your comments which spur me onward. Thank you all. Be Blessed, I know I am.
My 7 yr old has taken up passionately trading Pokemon & Yugio cards. It's almost a whole other world with foreign currency & laws. Kind of crazy, but interesting. The upside is it helps reinforce his reading skills & he is making choices & decisions, learning value or perceived value, so I guess I can endure the endless boring minutia of it all.
A current regimen of acupuncture, therapeutic massage & physician visits with written prescriptions blended with plans for enrollment in an upcoming Tai Chi (spelling?) class & re-immersion in water aerobics (did you catch the pun?) is my current plan of attack to regain my health. I'm willing to try anything to get better & do all the things I want & need to do, can you tell? Just to be more than a prisoner in my own body or to not see the stairs in my house as "the dark side of the force" to do battle with, would be lovely. So, I am working on it. I am also going to "duck alignment" therapy because, it can never hurt to get one's ducks in a row!
My lovely 16 yr old daughter became irate last night when told that she would not be able to borrow the suburban (my car & the only one that seats all of us) for the weekend. We traded our 12 passenger van to our mechanic to help pay to get the power steering in the truck fixed. So, we are down a vehicle & down to only 1 that seats all of us. She wanted to drive herself 3 hours away to visit her father. I told her it was a possibility & depended on our weekend plans. Turns out we actually have weekend plans for the first time in forever. I offered to drive her 1/2 way to meet her father like we've done in the past. This went over like a fart in church. After many of my daughter's nasty comments of gloom & despair & our family not measuring up to perfection in her eyes I turned to her & said, "If things are so awful here, you can go live with your dad." I'd had enough. Turns out, so had she. She left a note saying I told her to leave so she did. Once she was asleep at a friend's house the parents called me to let me know she was there & fine. Did you realize I had kicked my daughter out? I explained my version of events aka: the truth. It will be interesting to see how she plays her cards & what happens next. I'm thankful that this loving, wonderful, good family was there for her & she feels comfortable there since she doesn't appreciate the home she has. Animal Kingdom keeps coming to my mind. I expect Marlon Perkins to be standing in my living room with a pointer directed at the Wiley Teenager, one of mans deadliest creatures narrating that while they are not about to go extinct they drive many parents to near extinction. Barefoot-Jim chasing one down as he leaps from a jeep to nab a teen in the fast-food line. Now, if only I could borrow that tranquilizing dart gun! hm. I don't know if the little princess made it to school today but speaking of school, we received an automated call from the high school after she left last night. She is scheduled for Saturday school, a morning type of detention for kids to make up for ditching classes. How very interesting that is! Again, "hm". Again, Animal Kingdom comes to mind, this time the trivia fact about some animals eating their young. It all begins to become clear somehow.
So today I woke up with a cold sore, & now you know why. I'm also on day 3 with no diet soda, no soda at all in fact. There needs to be a Betty Ford clinic for caffeine addiction I tell you. I feel like I truly am in detox. Gotta get a fix- I feel a run to the mini mart for a 24 case of diet cola coming on strong!!!! vroom vroom, here I go!
Being one to try to be pro-active about most things in my life, I've decided in light of certain recent (& certain ongoing) events to begin hosting an annual G.A.L.S weekend retreat. G.A.L.S stands for "gathering all lunatics". By mere definition, anyone who performs a non-appreciated job in the trenches without pay, without hazard pay or protective battle gear, aka: anyone who is a mother, should be entitled to come! Bring your own diet soda though! Or regular if you're hard core.
On the bright side, I love my family, I have a decent home even if it looks "ghetto" as my Dolly-girl would say (because of needing new siding & some other improvements). I am so very blessed in many ways. I am also thankful for my friends & readers & your comments which spur me onward. Thank you all. Be Blessed, I know I am.
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