After a year filled with such drama and upheaval, almost literally from start to finish, I am SO BEYOND GLAD to be still sane enough to appreciate the fresh start that comes with The New Year!
Twenty Dozen is MY fresh start. It's goodbye to the old me and hello New Me. It's goodbye to the old pain and resentments. Goodbye to the old heartache. Goodbye to toxic people. Goodbye to holding grudges past their usefulness, to hating instead of pitying, to crying over good (if painful) choices.
I am emerging. FINALLY. If all this strife was prelude to something amazing, and it just has to be, then frankly it was all worth it.
Still, good riddance 2011.
Showing posts with label the greatest love of all. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the greatest love of all. Show all posts
Monday, January 02, 2012
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Here Comes the Sun
"I wish we could pause the sunrise"
Friday, July 31, 2009
Turning a New Leaf
As I'm coming to the end of this mega-vacation from my everyday reality, I've been thinking a lot about what lies ahead for me.
Going home, but to what? To my loving husband and my home and my insane cats, yes. But also to a place where I've gotten into some very bad habits, things that need changing.
I've already sort of turned on the switch in my brain that says, enough is enough! There's already been a perceptible shift in my way of thinking about some aspects of my life, things I have seen myself failing at that I know I can change. I have a certain degree of confidence that I can keep the momentum going as I leave vacationland and return to The Real World.
It's just a month now (about) until I turn 31, egad, and I'm nowhere near where I planned to be by this point in my life. So many plans I've let wither on the vine. So much energy I've expended on all the wrong things.
No matter, a journey of a thousand miles and all that...
I've already taken my first steps and I plan to keep taking all the steps left between where I am, and where I want and need to be. Basically I'm walking toward a happier, healthier, less stressed, more fulfilled version of myself.
It took me 31 years to get here, so I don't expect to turn it all around in a few weeks, but great achievement doesn't come without great sacrifice and great toil and I'm absolutely up to the task.
Going home, but to what? To my loving husband and my home and my insane cats, yes. But also to a place where I've gotten into some very bad habits, things that need changing.
I've already sort of turned on the switch in my brain that says, enough is enough! There's already been a perceptible shift in my way of thinking about some aspects of my life, things I have seen myself failing at that I know I can change. I have a certain degree of confidence that I can keep the momentum going as I leave vacationland and return to The Real World.
It's just a month now (about) until I turn 31, egad, and I'm nowhere near where I planned to be by this point in my life. So many plans I've let wither on the vine. So much energy I've expended on all the wrong things.
No matter, a journey of a thousand miles and all that...
I've already taken my first steps and I plan to keep taking all the steps left between where I am, and where I want and need to be. Basically I'm walking toward a happier, healthier, less stressed, more fulfilled version of myself.
It took me 31 years to get here, so I don't expect to turn it all around in a few weeks, but great achievement doesn't come without great sacrifice and great toil and I'm absolutely up to the task.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Reasons why John Krasinski is totally supposed to be my boyfriend
Besides the fact that he's totally adorable.
He's Polish-Irish, so am I.
He was born on the East Coast, me too!
His parents are Catholic, so are mine.
He's totally hysterical...ahem...
Oh and did I mention that he's totally adorable?
Sigh.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh-nuh....
I'm
a) I watch the new "90210" show and
b) Yeah, OK, I like it.
Shit.
I just lost ALL my hard-earned street cred.
Oh well, I'm just keeping it real.
Like I've said before, I didn't start watching because I wanted to but rather because I took out a contract with my 12 year old self back in 1990 to be forevermore in love, in crazy crazy love, with all things "Beverly Hills, 90210"
Please, don't pretend like you didn't do it too.
You know who you are (ahem, Meredith)
Anyway...
I was totally devastated tonight when I learned that the itty-bitty child who plays NuBrandon...aka Dixon Wilson...on Nu90120 was born in July of 1989.
The original shiznit debuted on October 14, 1990....making NuBrandon just 15 MONTHS old at the time.
We're now talking about someone whose life was still measured (rightfully so, ahem Dooce) in MONTHLY INCREMENTS.
NuBrenda aka Annie Wilson aka Shenae Grimes, was also born in 1989. Ugh.
And, there it is...my world is shattered.
At least the gal who plays Silver, Erin Silver (aka Jessica Stroup) was born in 1986, whereas the "real" (and I use those quotes heavily) Erin Silver was "born" in 1993 as far as I can tell....
That's in keeping with the 90210 tradition!
Everyone knows that Gabrielle "AAAAAAAHHHHHNdrea" Carteris was almost 30 when the series STARTED! She was born in 1961, and played ostensibly 17 year old AAAAAAAAHHHHHHNdrea Zuckerman in 1990.
Math, it's fun!
Do you think I could pass for a high school senior now that I'm 30?
Probably as well as Andrea Zuckerman, eh. Sigh.
Friday, June 13, 2008
The Bright Side
Don't worry! It's not all poop and bloody owies here.
We have tons of fun too.
Dylan and Elizabeth are pretty typical siblings I'd say. They love each other so much they make each other crazy. Elizabeth says they are best friends. Sometimes that love tips over into the insane hatred zone, but that's usually only when limited quantities of awesome toys are involved.
They both are madly in love with Benjamin.
This morning I remarked on how big Ben is getting already. Elizabeth said...
"Yes. He's getting so big! He's our special little boy!"
I swear, I almost cried.
And unlike when Elizabeth was a baby, or even when Dylan was a baby...I've got two built-in helpers now!
Elizabeth loves to clean the kitchen. She wipes down counters, sweeps up crumbs and helps put away clean dishes. She also loves to help me make dinner, she calls it my "cooking show" and says that she is my helper girl.
Elizabeth is also in charge of putting her own dirty laundry in the hamper and she's more reliable at this than her dad. Lately she scolds Bob for leaving his shirts on the floor! This is quite funny to me. One less thing for me to do!
Daddy's dirty laundry relocation program is firmly assigned to Elizabeth.
She also helps pick up toys and clean Dylan's room since that is their main playroom also.
Dylan is not as GREAT of a helper yet...but he's a boy and more concerned with trucks, bugs and getting dirty than he is with cleaning up or cooking. Eating, yes...cooking, not so much.
Despite this he is a great trash picker upper and loves to put dirty dishes in the sink -- and sometimes the trash can when he gets twisted around. I have no idea how many spoons have been accidentally tossed out. I've caught three that were on their way into the trash bin...very disturbing.
His new favorite chore to complete is collecting all the shoes from around the house and putting them in line on the shoe rack by the front door. Then once or twice a week I'll relocate all the shoes from there back to their real spots. The kids each have a hanging shoe caddy on their bedroom doors and I have a shoe rack in my closet.
Sadly, I'm the worst offender with leaving my shoes all around. The kids do it too, but they are still kids and I'm almost 30 with no excuse.!
Both the biggers love to help water the garden and pick up the yard. Collecting pine cones is an excellent way to kill time on an otherwise boring day AND it tires them out. Our property is an acre, and about half that is rough terrain. The other half is pretty flat and we can hike around that half acre collecting pine cones for at least an hour...very tiring.
Both big kids are also FANTASTIC baby helpers. Dylan likes to "re-bink" the baby, aka replace his pacifier when it falls out.
Elizabeth loves to "babysit" so I can do laundry or wash dishes or start dinner. She also is familiar with my whole diapering system (we use cloth diapers) and gets diapers and wipes for Dylan AND Benjamin when I'm stuck changing one or the other of them on the wrong side of the house. Dylan's stuff is in his room, Ben's is in mine - opposite sides of the house. Inevitably I end up changing Dylan in my bedroom or Ben in the living room and I'm woefully underprepared.
The big kids also keep each other occupied a lot. They make a mess together, eat lunch together, watch movies together, take baths together, kill spiders together, play in the yard together...they hang out a lot. I pride myself on being able to understand Dylan's sort of pigeon English pretty well, but Elizabeth is the best translator of all. Though sometimes I think she is saying that he said things that he did not say like "Dylan said he wants us to have cookies. And he wants me to have three cookies. Yeah, that's what he said." Hmmmm.
I am a bit nervous about entertaining Dylan when Elizabeth starts preschool in August. She has the energy to keep up with him, whereas I do not. She will sit and blow bubbles with him for two hours, where I cannot spare quite so much time on fun.
I know once Dylan is less of a "flight risk" things will get better insanity-wise and we'll be able to leave the house more. Right now I'm always afraid that he is two seconds away from running into the road or through the parking lot or out of the store or through the store like a maniac, etc.
He spends a lot of time buckled up into something or holding hands because of that. Once he gets over this particular stage of development and has more self-control (he will right???) everything will be smooooooother. Then Ben will go insane and start walking. Grr.
It's always something right?
As long as I never ever run out of coffee, I'm good.
I even have an emergency $5 Starbucks gift card in my wallet just in case of extreme conditions. Seriously.
We have tons of fun too.
Dylan and Elizabeth are pretty typical siblings I'd say. They love each other so much they make each other crazy. Elizabeth says they are best friends. Sometimes that love tips over into the insane hatred zone, but that's usually only when limited quantities of awesome toys are involved.
They both are madly in love with Benjamin.
This morning I remarked on how big Ben is getting already. Elizabeth said...
"Yes. He's getting so big! He's our special little boy!"
I swear, I almost cried.
And unlike when Elizabeth was a baby, or even when Dylan was a baby...I've got two built-in helpers now!
Elizabeth loves to clean the kitchen. She wipes down counters, sweeps up crumbs and helps put away clean dishes. She also loves to help me make dinner, she calls it my "cooking show" and says that she is my helper girl.
Elizabeth is also in charge of putting her own dirty laundry in the hamper and she's more reliable at this than her dad. Lately she scolds Bob for leaving his shirts on the floor! This is quite funny to me. One less thing for me to do!
Daddy's dirty laundry relocation program is firmly assigned to Elizabeth.
She also helps pick up toys and clean Dylan's room since that is their main playroom also.
Dylan is not as GREAT of a helper yet...but he's a boy and more concerned with trucks, bugs and getting dirty than he is with cleaning up or cooking. Eating, yes...cooking, not so much.
Despite this he is a great trash picker upper and loves to put dirty dishes in the sink -- and sometimes the trash can when he gets twisted around. I have no idea how many spoons have been accidentally tossed out. I've caught three that were on their way into the trash bin...very disturbing.
His new favorite chore to complete is collecting all the shoes from around the house and putting them in line on the shoe rack by the front door. Then once or twice a week I'll relocate all the shoes from there back to their real spots. The kids each have a hanging shoe caddy on their bedroom doors and I have a shoe rack in my closet.
Sadly, I'm the worst offender with leaving my shoes all around. The kids do it too, but they are still kids and I'm almost 30 with no excuse.!
Both the biggers love to help water the garden and pick up the yard. Collecting pine cones is an excellent way to kill time on an otherwise boring day AND it tires them out. Our property is an acre, and about half that is rough terrain. The other half is pretty flat and we can hike around that half acre collecting pine cones for at least an hour...very tiring.
Both big kids are also FANTASTIC baby helpers. Dylan likes to "re-bink" the baby, aka replace his pacifier when it falls out.
Elizabeth loves to "babysit" so I can do laundry or wash dishes or start dinner. She also is familiar with my whole diapering system (we use cloth diapers) and gets diapers and wipes for Dylan AND Benjamin when I'm stuck changing one or the other of them on the wrong side of the house. Dylan's stuff is in his room, Ben's is in mine - opposite sides of the house. Inevitably I end up changing Dylan in my bedroom or Ben in the living room and I'm woefully underprepared.
The big kids also keep each other occupied a lot. They make a mess together, eat lunch together, watch movies together, take baths together, kill spiders together, play in the yard together...they hang out a lot. I pride myself on being able to understand Dylan's sort of pigeon English pretty well, but Elizabeth is the best translator of all. Though sometimes I think she is saying that he said things that he did not say like "Dylan said he wants us to have cookies. And he wants me to have three cookies. Yeah, that's what he said." Hmmmm.
I am a bit nervous about entertaining Dylan when Elizabeth starts preschool in August. She has the energy to keep up with him, whereas I do not. She will sit and blow bubbles with him for two hours, where I cannot spare quite so much time on fun.
I know once Dylan is less of a "flight risk" things will get better insanity-wise and we'll be able to leave the house more. Right now I'm always afraid that he is two seconds away from running into the road or through the parking lot or out of the store or through the store like a maniac, etc.
He spends a lot of time buckled up into something or holding hands because of that. Once he gets over this particular stage of development and has more self-control (he will right???) everything will be smooooooother. Then Ben will go insane and start walking. Grr.
It's always something right?
As long as I never ever run out of coffee, I'm good.
I even have an emergency $5 Starbucks gift card in my wallet just in case of extreme conditions. Seriously.
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