(I’ve got to tell you, I’m a little sad to see 2009 go… You know, what with it being the year I was pregnant and had Lila…) Sent from BlackBerry® Wireless
Archives for December 2009
No one told our office plaza.
It appears that the people who own the plaza that houses my office don’t know that Christmas is over. They can turn off the muzack anytime now. Specifically the dogs barking, “Jingle Bells”. Shoot me.
Butt dialing.
As it turns out, I frequently butt dial, have recently butt blackberry-messaged, and constantly butt photograph. Yes, here’s yet another one of my “photos” taken with my butt, on my blackberry. I call it, “Night.”
I figured it out.
Harken back to the days of ‘old, will ye? When microwaves were purchased to sit on microwave carts. When popcorn was made in air poppers. When every kitchen across America had a wall-phone with a super-long, curly cord so your…
Eh, no. I still don’t believe it.
Even though the lady on the commercial says, “Cash 4 gold is totally legit,” I’m not sure I believe it. Nor do I believe the other lady who says that, “Cash 4 gold paid for my whole Christmas.” Nope.
Lila Lunes: Christmas!
As it turns out, Lila’s teething.What does this mean?She screams. And screams. AND SCREAMS. My daughter used to be a *fantastic* sleeper. (She’s been sleeping through the night – from 11 p.m. until 7 a.m. – since she was about…
Yep. Get it? She’s our “gift”?
Our 2009 Christmas card.(It was mailed by the website we used to create them – they should be in mailboxes soon!) You can click to make larger.(Lila’s waving. I love her.) Out takes from the Christmas card “photo shoot”. Hope…
Yay!
Did you see Mickey D’s blog? The twitter part? YAY! YAY! YAY! And that’s all I’ll say. Since it’s not my story to tell. But… YAY!
MexMo: Santa at the Grocery Store.
Merry Christmas Eve Eve
As it turns out, this past Sunday when we were at C.C.C. in Cabo, (the one grocery store in town that sells Bisquick), SO WAS SANTA. (He clearly had everything ready to go for Thursday night’s whirlwind trip and had…
Super Special Birthday Alert!
Whose birthday is it?! My dear friend, Trophy Life‘s! Oh dear friend, I think you’re so absolutely wonderful. Your spirit inspires me. I just love you. I am so, so glad that you were born. I hope you have the…
Whew, the white knight rides again.
My mini tree 1 is back up and running in tip-top shape! It indeed has about 65 more lights on it than it originally had… it’s MORE gorgeous. We’re sort of hoping it doesn’t burst into a Christmas ball of…
I’m happy to say…
Mini tree number 2 is up and running thanks to the 100 mini colored lights brought to Cabo by my mama. 🙂 Yesss… Sent from BlackBerry® Wireless
![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 holidays.
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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