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2014 Year In Review
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Sunday, September 22, 2013
Memories
When I was little we would spend every Sunday at my grandparents house. We'd come in the afternoon and stay for homemade pizza, Wild Kingdom and Disney. We'd play cards, dance with my aunt's, go down the lane and just be together. They are some of my most treasured memories.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Happy Birthday Mom
Today has been a long day.
It started with a meeting, then a busy day of work. A horrible fight in the parking lot between two teen girls, with their mothers egging them on. Questions to be answered, groceries to be bought, dinner to be made, just another day.
Except it wasn't.
Behind all the routine and drudgery of another Wednesday is the knowing.
The knowing that sixty-two years ago today my sweet grandparents had their first of five beautiful daughters. They named her Carol Ellen, I am sure they thought it was the most beautiful name in the world. She was their first and until her sister Nancy came along, the most precious thing in their lives.
She would grow up to be funny and sweet. She would would love her family and her sisters would be the whole center of her little world. She would be caring and her lifetime of nursing others would be seen in her from a young age. She would be daring and wild. She would be a pirate and a gypsy and pioneer. She and her sisters would have countless adventures.
She would fall in love with a boy. He would be the first boy she fell for, but it wouldn't matter. He would be all she needed for the rest of her days. They would pine for each other when they were apart and they would laugh and love when they weren't. They would get married and have the first of two beautiful daughters. They would name her Lisa Marie, because they knew it was the most beautiful name in the world. They would have another beautiful daughter and they would be a family.
She would laugh and love and she and her daughters would have countless adventures. She would work all day and go to school at night and she would achieve and accomplish all that she thought impossible. She would care for others and be there for them when they were sick or hurt.
She would be happy and sad and the routine of life would go on.
She would live a full life, but not long enough. When she was gone every one's heart that she had touched would break a little, but still beat and go on.
So today was a regular day, expect it wasn't.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Day 10: A Favorite Recipe
Some things you eat take you right back to being a child. This soup is my instant return to 1979. It was my mothers favorite and we had it often. Now that I'm older I know it's probably because we didn't have money for anything else. My mom canned her own tomatoes and a few vegetables and some barley were inexpensive enough. She'd make some bread and we would eat it for days. It only got better...
This is one of the first things I made for Jon when we started living together. I remember him saying "Soup....of hamburger?" He was doubtful, but the magic of hamburger soup won him over too.
Just a few weeks ago I stopped over to my grandparents house and my sweet grandma had just made a pot. This, of course, is her recipe and my mom learned it from her. She and I leaned over and smelled the steamy goodness and she looked up at me and said, "I made it for dinner, but we might have it for lunch too!"
The magic of hamburger soup...
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Joan Crawford wasn't all wrong...
This morning when I was monitoring my daughters Facebook page, which I do on a regular basis, I came across this post from one of her "friends"
"Kiss me like you miss me, fuck me like you hate me and when you are fucking someone else just fuck her like she ain't me."
Really?
Is this an appropriate Facebook status for a 15 year old girl? The answer is no. I know it's just a song lyric (thanks DRAKE) but that doesn't make it any less wrong.
Not too long ago this same girl had a status that said,
"It seems like all my guy friends just want the same thing from me."
Hmmmm, I wonder why.
Where is her mother? I am finding it hard to believe that she would feel like this is an okay thing for her daughter to be saying on Facebook, so I am assuming she just doesn't know it's there. The girl's father is a police officer, I am sure he has seen enough horrible things in his time to know it is unacceptable. Where is he? Why aren't her parents as upset as I am? Equally as disturbing is the fact that 20 of this girls friends "liked" it. What is going on?
This is horrible.
I remember turning up the radio so I could catch the lyrics to a favorite song, but most times I just sang it wrong. Now the kids can just google it and then post it on the Internet. Maybe not such a good thing.
I remember hanging out with my friends and laughing and acting stupid. But none of these antics were video taped on a cell phone and preserved on You Tube for all eternity.
I remember thinking someone was a dork or a slut, but I never picked on them or attacked them with words until they saw hanging themselves as their only escape.
I remember talking to my friends for hours and hours, even though we had just spent the day together in school. Now the kids talk and talk and talk, but they never even open their mouths. They say things they wouldn't say if they had to look the other person in the eye.
I miss those days. I
I believe it is my responsibility as mom to make sure my daughter is using social media and texting in a safe way. I don't think it's spying and I don't think it is unfair to her. I'm not her friend, I am her mother, her protector and her teacher. I deleted that "friend" and tonight we will be having a talk about why that girls post was unacceptable and the ramifications of that behavior, because that's the right thing to do.
I feel bad that the other girls mother doesn't feel the same way...
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Where does the time go...
Our one and only child went to Florida this year with a friends family, and thus started our first "empty nest" experiment. She will be gone for 12 days, let's just take a moment to let that sink in....12 days....two days short of a fortnight.
When we agreed to the trip it was a week, Friday to Friday, and I thought "We can do that, no problem." But then the details started trickling in and they would need drive time and the days got longer. Twelve days is a long time.
Our girl goes to sleep-away camp every summer and that is a week, so I did have a base of separation to know what I could manage. When she goes to camp we are completely cut off as they don't allow cell phones. We drop her off and come back at the end of the week to see if she is still alive. I live through it every year.
This time I knew she could call us, video message us, text us, Facebook us and that would make it easier.She has done all that, and we talk to her several times a day. She calls with giggly stories, we got a video of the room and we get excited texts about finding just the right hoodie at Ron Jon.
But it's not the same.....
I miss her sounds. I miss her strolling into the kitchen while I am making dinner to talk to me. I miss her asking me what there is to eat. I miss her laugh. I miss her sweet face in the morning when I should be going in to wake her up. I miss telling her to do something and having a discussion about if I want her to "Do it right now?' Who would have thought that fourteen years ago my life would change so much. I can't imagine what we would be without her. She has made both of us better people. Her time is coming to go out and use what we have taught her to make a life of her own. I am not looking forward to it.
I know she is having fun and I am glad, but I can see the future now, a time when we don't have her here to make us laugh and feel secure that she is okay and it is not as golden as one would think...
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Handmade With Love
The three of us have been hidden behind closed doors working on secrets and surprises. Our pintrest boards are off limits, in case we figure out the surprises. It can be a sweet treat, a construction paper card or a wine stopper turned on the lathe. No store bought cards or treats!!
My little girl leaves the next day for a trip to Florida without me, so this year I will be super needy and sad. I better get a construction paper heart from somebody....
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
And then wine came out my nose...
My sister has lived more places than I have even visited. She's a mover and sometimes I am lucky enough that she picks a place near me and sometimes I am not so lucky. Last year she and her sweet boyfriend moved away from a near-to-me spot to a not-so-close one. So I went from weekend visits to phone calls and emails.
We spent a lot of our teen age years trying to kill each other, but now we see the worth of the other. Our mother would be releived, there were times I know she was at her wits end with us and our fighting.
I miss my sister.
This week she came home for about 24 hours and I got to spend a small amount of that time with her!! We had a big family dinner and lots of laughs. After everyone went home we had a grown up sleep over, complete with wine and inappropriate stories.
Now she is gone, but I have been reminded that there is no one I love like my sister.
Monday, December 26, 2011
And then it was done....
The joy on our daughters face when she looked at us was worth every minute spent in a mall.
We shared our day with family and had laughs and tears. We held a brand new sleeping puppy and marveled at his cuteness. We ate delicious things we only eat once a year ( my sister-in-laws Christmas pudding) and we came home tired and happy to put on new Christmas pajamas and watch the best movie ever made, It's a Wonderful Life. I cry every time Mr, Gower hits poor George's bad ear and each time I see his friends and family come together to help him at the end.
May we all be as blessed as George Bailey...
Saturday, December 10, 2011
And that's why I love him....
- Definitely a big breakfast. ( I made french toast and fruit salad)
- An after-breakfast nap. (there was no sleeping hehehehehehe)
- Visit dad at the nursing home. (not very romantic, but we managed to have a few laughs)
- Make our first trip to the local Amish Country Store.
This is where I stop to tell you how adorable and sweet my husband is. While I was bent over in the bakery isle, checking out the delicious goodies, he put a small box with a bow nestled in amongst the pies! It was a complete surprise! (I know you started thinking dirty after "bent over", shame on you)
We finished up with a family Christmas shopping trip to the city and a very disappointing dinner at The Melting Pot.
A good day. After all these years together he still knows how to surprise me.
xoxo
Friday, December 9, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thankful
Thanksgiving is upon us and everyday I am filled with gratitude for all that I have in my life. I will suddenly stop in the middle of an average, every day act and have an aha moment....
I have friends and family that love me.
My husband and I both have jobs and are able to take care of our daughter.
We have a home that we love.
I am grateful.
Last week was sad for me. My mom's birthday makes me miss her and I feel like I got jipped by losing that irreplaceable person in my life. But as I stood around at my cousin's beautiful apartment laughing and having fun with my mother's sisters I had an aha moment....
Even though I lost that one special person, I still had four more.
I am grateful.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Thank You
Yesterday was a dark day and all the kindness from my loved ones and friends made it easier to bear.
Today will be better.
My two best friends told me that my mother would not want me to be so sad and to lose a day with people in my life right now by mourning the fact that she is no longer here.
They are absolutely right.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Happy Birthday
I am a loud person. I talk, a lot. I smile and greet and try to make everyone I meet feel good.
When I am sad, or mad it is very obvious. I am quiet and withdrawn, and I don't really give a shit if you feel good.
Today I must have had 15 people ask me if I was alright.
"You okay?"
"You sure seem quiet."
"Are you not feeling well?"
"What's wrong?'
And I didn't have a good answer for any of them.
It didn't seem right to say,
"Well, it's my mom's birthday today and I haven't been able to kiss her or suprise her with a balloon or maybe a flower or take her out to dinner in over 20 years because she is dead."I just don't think that is the answer any of them were looking for.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Sugar and Spice And Everything Nice
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To thank the men and women who have given and continue to give their lives for our freedom, my daughter and I went to the mall to shop. It is a basic human right and one which should not be taken for granted. Unfortunately, I hate to shop for clothes and the only thing I hate more is shopping for clothes with my teenage daughter.
Those few precious years of dressing up your compliant and beautiful baby are barely payment for the years of fighting over every scrap of clothes they want to put on their bodies. Parenthood is not to be taken lightly and I think my #1 fear is screwing her up somehow. I constantly question myself and my decisions, "Is the right thing to do? Will she hate me and be on The Bad Girls Club someday?"
What if that 8th birthday party that I cancelled is the thing she talks about when she is on Intervention?MTV is full of girls whose parents screwed them up. I don't want my daughter to be one of them.
Anyway, we headed out to the big city and the big mall, with the cool stores, to get a few things for my growing-taller-every-day teen. My girl has been bewitched by Seventeen magazine and all those ridiculous teen shows about how she should look and what kind of clothes she should wear. Never mind that she is six feet tall and curvy, not an Abercrombie zombie at all. She only wants those outfits she sees in the media and none of the ones that fit her body type and make her look stunning. And so the fighting begins....
What was supposed to be a nice day together turns into a crying in public kind of day. It is so frustrating to me that she can't see what other people see and that she is so disappointed in her inability to look like that picture in a magazine. I start to doubt myself, what do I do? What is the best way to open her eyes and show her? Surely, it is not getting so upset that I walk away from her in a busy mall and leave her sitting on a bench hiding her tears.
I miss my mom so much now that she is older and I need more advice than when she was a easy baby. This is the time when I need reassurance, someone who will tell me what to do so I can just do it, without worry and doubt.
I wonder when iPad will come out with an App for that?
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Whatever
Today is my first full day without my husband. He has called me twice and sent me about 10 emails, he doesn't text. We are so pitiful without each other. I have gone away on trips without him before and I hate it. Same for him, even our daughter gets so homesick that she tends to not spend the night places very often. We are definitely homebodies and we like to be together.
A friend of mine was just talking about girl weekends and how important it is to go away without your families and restore yourself, so you can be a better wife and mother. I just don't think it would be like that for me.
Although having instant mashed potatoes for dinner and watching Green Lantern while enjoying all those half naked Ryan moments is pretty fun....
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Motherhood
This morning on the porch is probably the best yet. The sun is dabbled, the breeze is balmy, but not the humid sticky one we have had. The coffee is perfect and the puppy and the old cat have even decided to honor a treaty and enjoy it together.
But for me all I see is my daughter, all I hear in my head is me talking and giving her ideas and advice. I can’t be in the moment because I am too filled with dread and worry.
School starts in a few weeks and already it has started. Her group of “friends” is mad at her. They are all the best of friends, inseparable for weeks and then it happens. The ringleader gets mad because one of the other girls spends too much time with my daughter or she gets jealous over something my daughter has gotten or done or sometimes, it seems, she gets mad for no reason at all and the hate starts.
No one will talk to her, the ringleader won’t allow it. They make plans and do stuff without her and then post it all on Facebook for her to see. They lie and say she did things she knows she didn’t do.
It is all very confusing and hurtful for her. She would never do something like this to them and it is hard for her to believe, every time, that they would do it to her. I try to counsel and help her but it breaks my heart, every time.
They make up and the cycle starts again. I try to tell her to make new friends, but the thought of losing all three of them at once is so daunting to her that she just can’t imagine it.
“Where will I sit at lunch?”
“Who will I talk to in Science?”
“Everyone hates me.”
I have run out of patience with these girls and I have run out of advice to tell my own sad teenager. I long for the days of skinned knees, when a band aid and a kiss could fix it all.