Thursday, February 17, 2011

Sappy Post WARNING - This song makes me cry!

Now Im not generally a big country music fan.
But the radio station on my phone occasionally busts out w a country song
this one
every time it comes on I get all choked up and teary eyed (sappy sod)
anyways it just played
and reminded me
I was talking to my friend the other night.. we've been friends since we were very small.
and we were spilling our guts to each other because we hadn't talked in months
and was I telling her that sometimes
life is just like this..

you know when you're driving down the freeway,
and its night,
and its starts to FREAKING POUR rain,
and you realize your windshield wipers need to be replaced because you cant see a damn thing
and at first you panic and feel like you should just stop right there
but your on the FREEWAY
you have to keep going
or the guy behind you will slam into you
so you work with what little visibility youve got
white knuckled
and unsure
and a little bit terrified because you cant see where youre going to well

life is like that for her right now

life has been like that for me at times in the last year

and your family

and your friends

are the ones who stand by you
.. even if its just by listening
if your brave enough to share with them your troubles

heres the song..

It’s like a storm
That cuts a path
It’s breaks your will
It feels like that

You think your lost
But your not lost
on your own
Your not alone
I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
If you can’t cope

I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I wont let go

It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it’s dark
This part of life
Oh it finds us all
And we’re too small
To stop the rain
Oh but when it rains

I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight

-rascal flatts

solar flares!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

what are you grateful for?

i am grateful...
for being able to breathe
for sunshine on my face
for a green thermos full of hot coffee
that Sherpa calls me "Loretta!" used to piss me off, because thats not anywhere near my name..but now every time i hear him yellit through the house it cracks me up
for nutty people they are the color/smelly markers in the box of black and white pens
for headphones at work!
Lady Gaga
the smell of peeling an orange

Monday, February 14, 2011

slowly but surely

things are ironing out around here
slowly but shirley...surely
my cough is getting a wee bit better
the cars better
the weathers better - well it was yesterday (hope)
the front yard is getting better
all of it slowly..i wish it was all RIGHT now
but thingks dont work that way
anyways.. blah blah blah

Ode has been living it up
eating cookies COOKIES! his MeMaw baked him for Valentines (1 a day is the ration of sugary goodness)
ohh they are such a treat he thinks! he dances with HEARTY GLEE as he eats them.

The Showdown

WE had our first SHOWDOWN the other night
toddler against Mama

Ode pitched every last book off the coffee table and onto the floor..
about 10 in all
when he was done I said "Okay, time to pick the books all up now."
he sticks his nose in the air and swings his shoulder to me fast and marches off with great purpose
here we go ........i think
"Ode, come here and pick up the books please"
keeps his back to me and begins playing with something else
I walk over to him and try to take his hand, and he SNATCHES it away from me
so i pick him up and walk him over to the book avalanche
I point and say "pick the books up please"
He picks up a book and throws it on the floor .. just to really show me what he thinks of this idea (in my head i say 'sassin frassin') but on the outside i have absolutely no reaction to this little power play.
he walks away
I go and pick him up
stand him beside the books
He mouths off to me in toddler-ease "blabe mun shoozie WIT!" (WOW i think)
and starts to walk off
I pick him up and look fervently for a time out spot (I've not really had to do this before! he's usually really good about picking stuff up!)
I stick him in the empty porta playpen
he throws himself on the floor of it, wailing as if Id just taken away his brand new puppy
heartbroken he is trying to convey.. & Im such an evil meanie (as well)
I give him a minute and ask if he's ready to pick up the books
he nods and points at them (thank god)
But the wee fellow has pulled a fast one on his Mama -he's no intention of picking anything up
I get him out and stand him next to the bookalanche again
he stomps and walks off to play
again i commence with the picking up of the todd and the revisitng of the scene of the crime ..
he wails and shakes his head no, refuses to pick the books up
i put him back in the porta pen (which is in the same room but very insulting to his big-boy-who-runs-free persona)
he screams his head off, turns bright red and throws himself on the floor again
i look at him unmoved, unemotional - Poker Faced even
this time he is detained for almost two minutes
when he stops freaking out i ask him if hes ready
he nods and points at the bookpile
I get him out
set him down and request calmly that he pick up the books
he eyes me
thinks about it
looks across the room - thinking about running i presume
looks back at the books
the crowd hushes waiting to see what move the wee todd will make against the evil giant of a mother he's been presented with
and slowly
he picks up one and then another - until theyre all cleaned up.

claps for himself!
(interesting) the OGRE mom thinks

he deserves the applause i figure
for that was indeed a "SHOW"


(as my cousin would say)

Monday, February 7, 2011


well it got me..
the sniveling, hacking, feverish, wracking, achy, crapola bug of the flu or whatever sort of creeping crud it is. Despite all my handwashing, bleaching the faucets, doorknobs, emergen_C pounding efforts.. it caught me and took me down hard.

Chris is well on his way to better-dom health..must be all that healthy stuff he does! :) also he's been going to bed when Ode does, which is very smart of him.

I got nailed saturday w the thing i was in denial about/ flu cold whatever it is.
today im back at work and hacking away in the back of the room. (nice) once i get sick, i stay that way for some time it seems.

We had to turn away visitors on Sunday! phoo..

Ode has been unscathed by the whole OUTBREAK besides one night where he broke a fever, but was cool by morning. He lah de dahs along at full speed.

i am tired, drinking Gypsy Cold Care tea.. by the gallons. (dang i thought i was gonna beat it.) and waiting for better days.




Thursday, February 3, 2011


this week is insanely busy at work
our house business has been pure chaos of late!
'monsieur bebe' has not been sleeping through the night - my dark circles have dark circles
and finally Chris got sick with a nasty flu....poor guy
me, i am fighting the battle against this same bug as if my life depended on it,
i cannot take a day off!!!

i pound green tea,
drink emergen - C
gargle hot salt water
swab my nose w saline
take vitamins
and think really really healthy thoughts
my desk is covered in the debris of my battle with this TENACIOUS bug that wants ME
i look like a mad scientist with all my powders, and concoctions!

i am winning i tell you (and myself)
that soreness in my throat is from gargling so much salt water
i am gonna kick this flu(s) a55!!

despite the madness, and lack of sleep, and the fact that ALL of my white cells are otherwise occupied at the moment, waging war
and the fact that all of my brain cells are equally otherwise occupied trying to figure out the mysteries of the universe (okay just the mysteries of the business i am currently in)
i am in a relatively decent mood

i keep plugging along
its amazing the calm you can find in the center of the storm