Write a humorous listing for eBay or Craig’s List. Talk about the history of the items, why they must go.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Write a humorous listing for eBay or Craig’s List. Talk about the history of the items, why they must go.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Saturday, February 19, 2011
I sit in the car, sipping on a white mocha and listening to classical music and I feel like this is the best thing ever. My shoulders are relaxed and I’m feeling good. I need to remember to give The Husband a hug when I get home for agreeing to let me have this time.
This is officially my writing time - I have set up a weekly schedule and I am beginning to put it into practice. Though, today, I ran behind for couple of reasons - late start, hubby needed to take a shower, a grocery errand run. It becomes very obvious to me that I need to plan better: have the breakfast groceries set the night before; get up earlier and leave the house earlier…
So this week the alloted 2 hours for writing will become 45 minutes. But I live and learn.
What this time alone is causing me to realize too is how important “me” time is. Just the difference an hour to myself makes - I’m a more alert and better Mama. I’ll need to talk to the husband about this. Set up a schedule. I believe he needs some “me” time to. It would make him a happier man and he deserves it. He does an amazing job taking care of his family.
Almost twelve hours and one classmate’s birthday party later, the highlights being that my 5 year old became excited over Skee-Ball. It reminded him of bowling and he couldn’t help but play it over and over, and the 3 year old burying his head in my husband’s jacket because he feared Chuck E. Cheese, the Mouse. He was looking over his shoulder the entire time we were at Chuck E Cheese, keeping an eye out for the giant mouse.
Now I sit here listening to the baby cry. It’s painful, moreso because I know he’s not feeling well. He’s congested, has a fever and most likely is finding it hard to sleep because it’s hard to breathe. Usually we let him cry it out but I’m not sure if I will hold to that tonight, as much as I want him to sleep on his own.
He just quieted down somewhat.
The hubby is on his iPad. We’re watching the history channel to his delight. I’m a little preoccupied with my birthday gift that my amazing mother bought me. I just opened the box she sent today. The Nook. What gets me giddy is all the discounted books I can download and have at my fingertips. The bookworm within me shouts for joy. Though, of course, the Nook will never take the place of an actual book in my mind and heart, I do love the convenience of being able to get a book almost instantly.
It was a good day. The older boys are sleeping soundly, exhausted. Here’s wishing the same for my sick little one. I think I’m going to go check on him now.
This is a day I had about two weeks ago. It is recorded in my 365 blog journal - a daily journal that I have been keeping to record those daily moments, thoughts and happenings. Feel free to visit.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
"My father loves you, you know," Cameron says. Cameron is the thirteen year old son of my current boyfriend, Alex. We are driving home from a movie. It was good bonding time for Cameron and me. At Cameron's words, I grip the steering wheel as my heart does a little flip. I focus on the road in front of me.
"He loved Amber, too," I say. Amber was Alex's ex-girlfriend of 5 years.
"Your father loves easily."
"Is that so bad?"
I shrug. "I guess not, if you look at it in a certain light." It is what makes Alex such a natural romantic - I think.
"Love is good," Cameron says.
"It is. You're lucky to have a Dad who adores you."
"I know. Though he can get a little crazy sometimes. All nervous and sensitive over nothing, you know?"
"Well, you know those actor types," I joke. Alex is an actor.
Cameron laughs. We often joke about his Dad's profession.
"Or should I say those Dad types," I added.
Cameron chuckles and I smile. Suddenly the image of my father - tall, brown-skinned in his long, black wool coat appears before me. Sadness pools in my chest. Suddenly I am seeing my mother with her long, straight hair with the golden brown highlights standing next to him. They are dressed in their Sunday finest. Tears threaten to spill from my eyes. Funny, how clearly I remember them, fifteen years after they died.
They had loved me just as much as Cameron's dad loved him - with that fierce, fierce love. And I loved them back just as fiercely. I was their only child.
Suddenly, I realize in the moment that I love Alex just that strongly and that I am truly beginning to love Cameron in that way, too. I haven't felt a love like that for anyone since my parents. I smile at my Mom's gentle face as she smiles back at me. I could hear a voice.
"Kayla! Kayla!" It is Cameron.
"Kayla, watch out! That guy's driving right towards us!"
The vision of my parents clears and I see a white Ferrari speeding towards us in our lane. He is going the wrong way.
What? I turn the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve to the right, off the road and onto hard dirt. The car jumps a little, then hits something hard. I feel a vibration through the steering wheel and the car begins to flip over. I think of Alex.
Then the whole world shifted.
Constructive criticism welcomed.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sorry this not coming to you sooner. Real life got in the way - a sick baby, a sick preschooler, a sick hubby, school projects, etc. I'm sure you can all relate. Life gets in the way. You know it's funny what happens when you get what you wish for. I just wanted to be read by fellow bloggers and to get comments when they do and here I received about 75+ of your gorgeous comments in one day! Now comes finding the time to respond through all the other things that pop up in one's day. There in lies the reality. But it's a cool reality (though a bit stressful in moments) and I can't wait to pop by and visit with you soon.
I have to say a wonderful "thank you" to The Empress...for her gentle heart and her desire to encourage this newbie. She is definitely "cool" people. Also, thanks to all of you who responded for all your lovely comments and advice and for wrapping your virtual arms around me. The advice - So helpful. I'm feeling a bit more equipped now. Have a little game plan going...will be picking your brains for more advice as I continue to navigate through these blog waters...
More importantly, thanks for all your honesty and vulnerability when it came to sharing. I have to say more than ever, I really do feel like I'm part of new-found community. To be able to share like this, and have what I've expressed be understood and not shot down. It's encouraging to know that I am not the only one who can feel this way at times. The empathy means so much - more so than even the advice - which I am taking and will gladly take, by the way. :-))
Like in high school - in rare moments - when I found that group of friends, I had the sense that I belonged - that it was a good fit. Thanks to your comments, I'm feeling this way again - having found a group of new blog friends. I feel we're just clicking which leaves me excited because I get to visit you on your blogs and build on our blog friendship.
Thanks again for stopping by and putting in your 2 cents. This girl appreciates it. And look for me, because I definitely will be popping by to visit with you soon, because as I mentioned two days ago, reading new blogs and making new blog friends just makes me giddy.
I can't wait to come knocking at your "door".
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Has anyone felt like this when it comes to blogging? Is there a blog "in-crowd"? How do you cope with the insecurities? Definitely share, this new blogger would love to know...
Friday, February 4, 2011
Dana smiles wearily as she watches him. He couldn’t wait to tell her. It was obvious. She looks over at 3 year old, Reese, sitting across from Nate, rolling his tanker truck around in a circle. The very opposite of his brother, Reese is quietly engrossed in his own game.
Dana sighs and shifts ten-month old, Ian, from her left hip to her right. She dips her head out of the way of her baby’s chubby, wet-from-drool fingers as he tries to reach for her long braid.
“What?” she asks as she reaches up into the kitchen cabinet and pulls out the blue box of pasta off the shelf.
“A hare plane!” Nate shouts, cracking himself up. His laughter echoes throughout the room as he spins in a circle. “A hare plane!” He then starts jumping up and down.
“Ahhh…” Dana says, sighs again and turns back to the stove.
Of course - she thinks. She smiles as she moves the pot of water she filled five minutes ago onto the stove. She then turns around again and faces her excited son.
“Very funny joke,” she says, trying to be encouraging as she dips her head, yet again away from her baby’s fingers. If only she could put him down for a few minutes without him fussing – she thinks.
She watches as Nate continues jumping up and down all over the family room like a deranged monkey. He begins traveling the length of the small family room. He stops abruptly and screams “Whoa!” as he steps on a small red fire truck toy. The truck pops up from under his foot, sails across the space and hits Reese in the forehead, bouncing off and finally landing on the floor next to him.
Reese freezes, then grabs his forehead with both hands. His eyes scrunch close as his mouth goes wide.
Dana sighs inwardly. No.
“Aaaah….” Reese begins to wail. “Aaah!”
“Ugh,” Dana groans.
She walks away from the stove and out of the kitchen as Ian yanks her braid.
“Ow!” she shouts.
“Get it, Mommy, get it? A hare plane.” Nate starts spinning around in a circle again.
Dana places the baby in his playpen, delicately untangling his fingers from her hair.
She walks over to the wailing Reese and pulls him into her arms. She starts rocking him gently.
“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s okay.” She gently moves his hands away and rubs the injured spot. She then leans forward and kisses it.
“Mommy? A hare plane! Isn’t that funny?” Nate asks. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes!” Dana says, impatiently. “I get it. I get it. Nate, you just hit Reese in the forehead with the fire truck. Can you say ‘sorry’?”
“Sorry, Reese! A hare plane, Mommy. A hare plane!” He cracks up again, his laughter filling the room as Reese’s wails grow louder, competing with the laughter as if in a dueling sound war.
The wall of sound surrounding her, Dana sighs again and shakes her head, as she continues to rock the wailing Reese. She looks towards the clock on the microwave oven.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
So a warning: I may do just that - from time to time, share some of those personal journal entries here, on my main blog.
Day 1 February 1, 2011: 3 Degrees Below Zero
We’re below zero here today. It’s so cold that school districts around Colorado have closed their schools. Ours - the Boulder Valley School District - has followed suit so both my 5 year old and my 3 year old are home from school. It’s kind of like a snow day but moe because it’s a cold day.
Of course while I was in the midst of writing this, my 3 year old who is supposed to be napping, runs out of his room and to the table where my 5 year old is playing games on the computer. I’m in my bedroom wondering why he is out of his. He can only leave it if it’s for one reason: he needs to go potty. I leave my bedroom to ask him what is going on and no sooner do I say the word ‘potty’ he pees on himself. That familiar frustration sweeps through me and I can’t help but be annoyed. I really don’t want to be annoyed. The fact that he didn’t go straight to the bathroom is the primary source of my annoyance.
“You know better!” are the words that come out of my mouth. I know better too not to get too upset but then I do. Of course there were tears on his end and guilt mixed in with a little frustration on my end. My frustration aimed partly at myself for getting so upset at my child - especially this child who is the most happy-go-lucky child 95% of the time. I don’t want to do anything to ruin that joyful disposition of his.
He’s back in his room now - most likely sleeping. All is quiet on that side of the house as my 10 month old sleeps in his room (thank goodness!). My 5 year old is asleep in my bed across from me. All is quiet on this side of the house as well. A rarity. Thank you, God for these unexpected quiet moments. I’m tempted to unhook the phone. These quiet moments are too special to ruin.