It's just WEIRD!
I was perusing Facebook last night and happened to look at my sister's page. What the HECK! First boyfriend, we'll call him 'B' wrote on my sisters wall?
And I quote,
"Been a long time Cari, and for what it's worth... I wanted to send my sympathies to you and yours. Your Grandfather was always nice to me, so thank you. Best o' luck, and have fun in everything you do!"
My first thought was " It's been 12 freaking years since the break-up! Why is he communicating with my sister?" Then I thought it's not worth the time to even think about this. Obviously he doesn't feel comfortable communicating with me for what ever reason. Guess all the water is not under the proverbial bridge.
Cari's comment "SO strange, your ex offering ME condolences. Completely random and inappropriate."
So I asked Rich what he thought, Rich's comment "Guy needs to get some balls and just contact you if he feels he needs to sympathize. Fact is, it's been 12 years, he needs to get over it and stop being a 19 yr old."
My next thought "Good point hon, considering we are friends with your first girlfriend and her husband. (HI Elizabeth!) And your not threatened by her being married or her husband."
I guess to weird and unexplained things smile?
In case he reads this blog by googling my name. No worries, email me, friend me on Facebook whatever.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Serenity Prayer #278 for the day
Dear Lord, please give me patience today and make it better than yesterday!
This was yesterday.
Wake up late. I was recovering from traveling with a 17 mth old for a week. I HAD 1 hr to get out of the house but I squandered it laying in bed and checking email. I was left with 30 mins.
Get Nora to daycare late. I get her there late enough that they are eating lunch already, which means all the little kiddos will take nap soon. Nora woke up at 930am, it is now 1100am, she's NO WHERE near ready for nap!
Head to doctor. Realize I don't have my new insurance card because it's in the diaper bag at home. My appointment is at 11:30, it's now 11:05 and I HAVE to be there by 11:15. Office policy says you can't arrive later than 15 mins before.
SO, I try to call them to 'cancel'...my quickly dying cellphone dies as the lady picks up the phone. OMG! I'm about to lose it in the car. I get home, can't find my charger anywhere, left my car charger in TX. Good times! I call, get the appointment cancelled and rescheduled for the 4th time since early February. I'm sure the scheduler has my name tagged and blocked by now and I will have a sit down with her whenever I have my appt. Envisioning principles office type lecture on this.
It's now 11:20. My blood pressure is through the roof! Nora's at daycare, I figure ehh, I'll pay bills and go to the grocery store. I pay the mortgage and the electric and think 'I should take these to the post office' I'm one of those strange people that LIKES to go to the post office. It makes me feel like I still live in a small town.
11:45am. I drive up to the drop off boxes and just happen to glance at the letters. I forgot a stamp on 1, mildly cursing myself I pull in to a parking spot. Go inside to find a broken automated stamp dispenser. Proceed to stand in line for 20 mins for one blessed stamp! The novelty of the post office has worn off.
Thankfully nothing exceptional happened at the grocery store. Proceed back to daycare
Nora has leaked out of her diaper while there. I didn't have pants in the bag, so my child is half naked on a 60 degree day. Awesome, parental preparedness = fail. We get home and I stick Nora in her highchair for lunch while I get groceries out of the car.
It's is now 1:15pm. Water, why are my feet wet!? ERRRR the bay window has leaked again! I'm DONE with that roofing company we have a 20 yr warrenty that's apparently doing nothing! They have been out 5 times and it STILL leaks. I'm DONE. The only bright spot is that the travel diaper bag was far enough away from the leak that Jen's portable DVD player didn't get wet! My head hurts just thinking of the infuriation of having to replace it because of the stupid roof.
AHHHHH, 1:45 naptime! ERRRRRR 2:15 Nora is awake. STUPID freaking kitty. Phoebe has gone into Nora's bedroom and fooled with something until she woke up. Fun times! Nora has now had a 30 min. power nap and proceeds to be hypie tired.
2:45pm I put Nora BACK in her crib with a silent prayer that she goes back to sleep and the blessed cat stays out of her room SUCCESS!
Thankfully, gratefully nothing crazy happened for the rest of the day and my blood pressure got to return to normal.
This was yesterday.
Wake up late. I was recovering from traveling with a 17 mth old for a week. I HAD 1 hr to get out of the house but I squandered it laying in bed and checking email. I was left with 30 mins.
Get Nora to daycare late. I get her there late enough that they are eating lunch already, which means all the little kiddos will take nap soon. Nora woke up at 930am, it is now 1100am, she's NO WHERE near ready for nap!
Head to doctor. Realize I don't have my new insurance card because it's in the diaper bag at home. My appointment is at 11:30, it's now 11:05 and I HAVE to be there by 11:15. Office policy says you can't arrive later than 15 mins before.
SO, I try to call them to 'cancel'...my quickly dying cellphone dies as the lady picks up the phone. OMG! I'm about to lose it in the car. I get home, can't find my charger anywhere, left my car charger in TX. Good times! I call, get the appointment cancelled and rescheduled for the 4th time since early February. I'm sure the scheduler has my name tagged and blocked by now and I will have a sit down with her whenever I have my appt. Envisioning principles office type lecture on this.
It's now 11:20. My blood pressure is through the roof! Nora's at daycare, I figure ehh, I'll pay bills and go to the grocery store. I pay the mortgage and the electric and think 'I should take these to the post office' I'm one of those strange people that LIKES to go to the post office. It makes me feel like I still live in a small town.
11:45am. I drive up to the drop off boxes and just happen to glance at the letters. I forgot a stamp on 1, mildly cursing myself I pull in to a parking spot. Go inside to find a broken automated stamp dispenser. Proceed to stand in line for 20 mins for one blessed stamp! The novelty of the post office has worn off.
Thankfully nothing exceptional happened at the grocery store. Proceed back to daycare
Nora has leaked out of her diaper while there. I didn't have pants in the bag, so my child is half naked on a 60 degree day. Awesome, parental preparedness = fail. We get home and I stick Nora in her highchair for lunch while I get groceries out of the car.
It's is now 1:15pm. Water, why are my feet wet!? ERRRR the bay window has leaked again! I'm DONE with that roofing company we have a 20 yr warrenty that's apparently doing nothing! They have been out 5 times and it STILL leaks. I'm DONE. The only bright spot is that the travel diaper bag was far enough away from the leak that Jen's portable DVD player didn't get wet! My head hurts just thinking of the infuriation of having to replace it because of the stupid roof.
AHHHHH, 1:45 naptime! ERRRRRR 2:15 Nora is awake. STUPID freaking kitty. Phoebe has gone into Nora's bedroom and fooled with something until she woke up. Fun times! Nora has now had a 30 min. power nap and proceeds to be hypie tired.
2:45pm I put Nora BACK in her crib with a silent prayer that she goes back to sleep and the blessed cat stays out of her room SUCCESS!
Thankfully, gratefully nothing crazy happened for the rest of the day and my blood pressure got to return to normal.
Monday, March 16, 2009
My little clown
I found Nora under the pub table trying to get my shoes one this afternoon after the gym. I decided what the heck and put the 2nd shoe on. Here is the ensuing video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe9b2m1wXdI
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oe9b2m1wXdI
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Observations from the Bubble
I lived in a Bubble last week. Not actually a bubble, more like the bubble of grief. I KNEW, knew before I even picked up the phone what was on the other end. The phone had rung twice inside 5 mins. before 8am our time. I KNEW.
Within minutes of getting THAT phone call my mind created the 'compartmentaliztion bubble' for all the tasks that I need to get done before leaving the house. I did not focus on feeling anything, sadness, loneliness, happy, sad, because if I felt I would not be productive. My world went grey. Rich offered to stay home, but I sent him to work. It would be easier if my 'list' of thing got done by me, the way I wanted it.
We went to bed but I did not sleep because my sleeping mind was trying to burst the bubble of numbness I had created, the 'survival mode' that I had set. Woke up, blind to the day before me. Got on a plane, got off a plane, got on another plane, got off a plane, finally in Texas.
And so it began, the line of friends and distant relatives carrying thoughts of sorrow and platters and pots filled with comfort. So enters the 'epicurean bubble'. How do these people know the perfect combination of food to soothe the soul in times like these. The chocolate cakes, steamy cinnamon rolls, rich meats, and cheeses.
The food bound us together for moments during the day, moments to appreciate those that are still here and remember Papa. We created more memories as the grief spilled into laughter and remembrances for the eulogies and readings.
We all lived in the 'remembering bubble for several days, each of us in our own space. My dad at his office desk, head bent for hours on end over a legal pad, massaging each word of the eulogy until it was a perfect outline of Papa's life, loves, and character. The eulogy was a beautiful letter of love from a son to a father.
Cousins talking about how Papa was most likely greeting the pearly gates with a 'Howdee DO, this place is classy' as only he could say those words. Tradition was what stuck in our minds. Papa was ALL about his tradition. Traditions of the grandchildren doing Christmas programs, patriotic July 4th readings, raising the flag, quarter bets on the Kentucky Derby, pineapple sherbet, the 'center' of the watermelon, baseball games, arrowhead hunting, the Pink Cadillac go cart, and so many other things that would only make us smile.
Eventually the bubble has to pop. So we sat and stood in 35mph gusts of wind and said 'Goodbye' to a man that had shaped his family. A man with great faith, belief in the covenant of family, the strength of friendship, and the important of character and class.
Within minutes of getting THAT phone call my mind created the 'compartmentaliztion bubble' for all the tasks that I need to get done before leaving the house. I did not focus on feeling anything, sadness, loneliness, happy, sad, because if I felt I would not be productive. My world went grey. Rich offered to stay home, but I sent him to work. It would be easier if my 'list' of thing got done by me, the way I wanted it.
We went to bed but I did not sleep because my sleeping mind was trying to burst the bubble of numbness I had created, the 'survival mode' that I had set. Woke up, blind to the day before me. Got on a plane, got off a plane, got on another plane, got off a plane, finally in Texas.
And so it began, the line of friends and distant relatives carrying thoughts of sorrow and platters and pots filled with comfort. So enters the 'epicurean bubble'. How do these people know the perfect combination of food to soothe the soul in times like these. The chocolate cakes, steamy cinnamon rolls, rich meats, and cheeses.
The food bound us together for moments during the day, moments to appreciate those that are still here and remember Papa. We created more memories as the grief spilled into laughter and remembrances for the eulogies and readings.
We all lived in the 'remembering bubble for several days, each of us in our own space. My dad at his office desk, head bent for hours on end over a legal pad, massaging each word of the eulogy until it was a perfect outline of Papa's life, loves, and character. The eulogy was a beautiful letter of love from a son to a father.
Cousins talking about how Papa was most likely greeting the pearly gates with a 'Howdee DO, this place is classy' as only he could say those words. Tradition was what stuck in our minds. Papa was ALL about his tradition. Traditions of the grandchildren doing Christmas programs, patriotic July 4th readings, raising the flag, quarter bets on the Kentucky Derby, pineapple sherbet, the 'center' of the watermelon, baseball games, arrowhead hunting, the Pink Cadillac go cart, and so many other things that would only make us smile.
Eventually the bubble has to pop. So we sat and stood in 35mph gusts of wind and said 'Goodbye' to a man that had shaped his family. A man with great faith, belief in the covenant of family, the strength of friendship, and the important of character and class.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
I promise
I promise I'll post something in the next few days...it's been a whirl wind since Papa died
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