Me.He’s on his way to McDonalds right this minute to pick up my folded egg biscuit with cheese. I love that man.
Archives for February 2007
Grilled Cheese, American Beer and friends.
A BIG thanks to the friends who met us out at Dale’s last night. We had a super-great time. I woke up this morning, and I’m not kidding, my jaw was sore from laughing so much and so hard. You…
Vimrod: Hee hee
I’m furious
American Airlines has stopped giving away their complimentary, minuscule, generic pretzel packet. I’m serious. However, as an alternative you can PURCHASE FOR $3.00 a cookie, a bag of Lays potato chips or trail mix. And, you can BUY WATER for…
I MISS Vanity Plates
Seriously, vanity plates are the best.I love that you can, for a price, can can put whatever (within reason, I guess) on your license plate. Yes, some people totally go to0 far and put stupid stuff on them. But, some…
My bed!
Here I sit.In my bed. (Ok, our bed.)My pillow-top mattress bed.With HP (my Heating Pad) at my toes.My warm blankets surrounding me.I am happy.I am (semi) warm.AHHHHHHH.
Vimrod: Isn’t this the truth?
We must remember SO many numbers, nowadays.(I sound like I’m 86.) But seriously, don’t you agree?
Blogging Break!
We’re off to Toledo tomorrow. We’ll be at the SJD airport at 6:30 a.m.I’ll blog if/when I can. Have a WONDERFUL day!
ChloMo YouTube: Future Olympian
This 13-second clip perfectly illustrates my seven-year-old niece’s phenomenal potential for gymnastics.She will be an Olympian (Mexican or American. I’m leaning toward American.)Sorry for the wobbly video – it’s taken from my regular ‘ole camera.
Vim, Vim
For you C. & Turtle Parade
Word verification has been temporarily banned from Two Pretzels. This after C. told me that he refuses to type the long combinations. Instead, he ingeniously presses “enter” until he gets a short one. (I love that man.)
I love these.
What do you see first?
![When I was a kid, my Mom would sometimes go to the grocery store at night while my baby sister and I were "supposed" to be sleeping. Baby sister slept, I stood by the window and watched for her headlights to turn back into the driveway, my stomach a gnarled mess while I waited.
The entire time she was gone I would create ill-fated stories in my mind that would ultimately leave her injured, kidnapped, or left for dead... I think these stories got worse after my Dad died. "What if I lose my one parent?"
I would stand there and worry.
And she always came back.
In one piece.
Over time, after therapy when I was younger, I realized that worrying doesn't shape anything... worrying doesn't CHANGE the outcome... but, it's real.
Telling someone not to worry is about as effective as telling someone not to cry when they're in the midst of full-sobbing or it's like asking someone WHERE they lost the thing that they lost.
"I can't find my keys."
"Where did you lose them."
[silence]
"Um, if I knew where I lost them, then..."
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This time that we're living through right now is BIG and heavy and for the love of ALL THINGS HOLY it keeps on going.
I remember watching The Sound of Music when I was a kid and wondering when in the WORLD it would end. We're STUCK in the Sound of Music.
Schools opened, then closed.
Masks on, then off.
Life started, and stopped.
We've missed get-togethers and holdiays.
Weddings and births.
We are as disconnected as ever.
Our worrying and concern and fear and anxiety is there... and it's real.
I see you.
I know this time is hard.
I'm not going to tell you to stop feeling the feelings, I just want you to know that I'm feeling them, too. (And therapy is helping.)
Get yourself a therapist.
Talk about all of this.
As I told one of my girls this week, “It’s ok not to be strong all the time.”
With love,
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