Dear Sal, Our family spokesdog wanted to handle this particular birthday greeting. So, from Ferg: She also wanted me to add that we all love you. You mean quite a lot to our entire little family and we think you’re…
Archives for September 2012
Cheating.
Ya’ll, I’m tired. I’m working on a huge project at my day job and I just moved offices for the ninth time. My office is currently filled with no less than 10 boxes and at least 5 bags of stuff…
There’s some big time weather coming our way…
Hurricane Miriam has left us with some rain. But Nadine, whatever she is, is about to smack us with more. Whoa. —
Happy Birthday, Iris Took!
Oh, sweet Een. You are wonderful. I don’t know remember quite how it happened, but I am so thankful that we’re friends. I love you. I love seeing you. I love it when we’re sitting and chatting — it’s like…
TV laden with far more emotion than I can handle.
No blogging last night. I was too busy crying over Parenthood. Anyone else watching it? (I know you are, Wrestling Kitties.) —
MexMo: Confused again. Shopping in Cabo.
In Walmart I ran across this lotion. Note the fragrance, please. That’s “Tuna” lotion. Yep. Tuna lotion for all my amigos for Christmas this year. You’re welcome! (The “tuna” is a the prickly pear cactus. Lost in translation example #792.)…
2012 Primetime Emmy Fashion Recap
I wasn’t blown away by the fashion at the Emmy’s tonight. It was just kind of “eh” for me. But I’ll tell you what, I’m blown away by how great Tina Fey looked. Let’s get moving. First, let’s talk about…
Happy birthday, Brother.
Dear brother, When I was a little girl, maybe 8-years-old, I drew you my rendition of a Fighting Irish mascot because of your love for Notre Dame and your high school’s football team. It was on a square, thick, yellow-cardstock…
Spelling
I find it next to impossible to spell, “carousel” correctly on the first go-round. (Pun intended.) —
Currently
O b s e s s i n g O v e r . . . flowers and plants in my courtyard. The weather is starting to cool (Maybe it is? I could be imagining it?) and I want to…
Ah, vintage ads are too.much.fun.
I’ll tell you what, the vintageadbrowser.com is dangerous… It’s definitely a fantastic procrastination tool. As your friend, I wanted to pass along the gift of procrastination to you. (You’re welcome.) Care to stroll with me down memory lane? I remember…
Um, please listen to Lila say scissors.
Please. (Disregard Vivi screaming in the background. I wasn’t ignoring her; she was with Craig.) —
![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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