Randomosity

This is going to be random. Enjoy.

1. Snow storm last Friday...today, windy and warm. If I hear one more person say, "Oh, that's Kansas for ya" "stick around a minute and the weather will change" I may scream.

B. My neck.

2. I really hate it that I bought a new lotion that smelled great in the bottle but ended up smelling kinda like a rotten plant on my skin.

D. My BDay is next month and I'll be 35. 35. 35. Has a nice ring to it.

3. This little cottage of a house is really growing on me. I can't wait to do some planting and mowing and enjoying the big back yard.

F. There really isn't anything good on tv. Well, I do like the "MilkaWhat" commercial.

4. I wonder if Ches knows that I still wake up and check on her while she's sleeping and kiss her forehead and breath in her smell?

H. I'm overweight. I can't even say it's a fat and happy weight. It's more along the lines of I love food and dislike working out, fat.

5. I need a new mattress. Mine is old and sinks in the middle and may be the reason I'm such a cranky bitch in the mornings.

J. I'm a mess. But I'm HIS mess and everything will be ok.

6. I think I have my mothers hands. Don't know how I feel about that.

L. Dallas is the funniest kid I know. His sense of humor is deadpan and I love it and him. His giggle warms me. :)

7. A lady I work with is moving to North Carolina. She's kinda cranky(it's a part of her charm) but she's my favorite and feeds me her leftovers for lunch and hugs me. I'm gonna miss her.

N. I've noticed that I'm not talking as loudly as I used to. That feels nice.

8. No clue where my brain is lately. My hands are shaky and I've been misspelling words. Um yeah, that's really bothersome.

P. Ever drive by a house and wonder what's going on behind closed doors?

Breathing. Typing. Tripping.

It's a wonder sometimes how I'm still alive and considered somewhat normal. Let me tell you a few reasons why.

When I get stressed out or start worrying about stuff that is under my control or waaay out of it, I tend to hold my breath. Not til I'm about to pass out or anything, it's jut something I've always done. Nervous habit? Coping mechanism? OCD? I don't know what it is. Just when my lungs feel that pressure something just clicks and I am jolted into remembering the vital need of oxygen. Yay for deep breaths.

There are times when I'm watching tv or getting ready to dose off I'll start typing. Not computer typing, it's more like blanket typing or arm typing or typing on anything that is near my right hand. Yep, it's one handing typing cause I'm skilled like that I guess. I'll just start typing out what is being said on the show I'm watching or the thoughts that are running through my head or the lyrics to my new fave song of the moment and sometimes I'll just type the conversation that I'm having. Now I never said if it was the one I was actually having with someone or the one I was having with myself but I suppose it doesn't matter cause I'm air~typing after all. There are some people, and you know who you are, that have felt me typing on them. I'll start typing on the arm that is draped around me or on a back that I'm supposed to be scratching. Sometimes they feel it and sometimes it's so lightly done that they don't realize I'm doing it and honestly most of the time I don't realize that I'm doing it either. Funny thing (as if this wasn't funny/weird enough) is that when I do realize I'm typing is when I'll make a mistake in spelling or miss a punctuation and I'll backspace or delete to fix it. Humph.

Nine times out of ten if there is something that most people would never trip on, I'll trip on it. I'll trip on an imaginary step even. Upstairs, downstairs, carpet, hardwood, outside or inside...if I'm walking, I'm trippin. Oh,and I bump into stuff a lot. I can not walk a straight line and so sorry if you've been walking along side me and I've bumped into you or started walking sideways. It is not a good idea to be in a store with a lot of breakables. I'm not drunk I promise. I think I'm just one of those people that can't walk and talk and chew gum at the same time. I'm not talking about random clutziness, as most people suffer from that from time to time. I'm talking I do this all the time. Everyday. Several times a day. Ok, maybe not several but at least once or twice on a good day. Sometimes I fall flat and get a bit banged up and it's usually my right hip that gets the brunt of it. Sometimes I gracefully (HA) recover or land gently. It's a sight I tell ya. Or so people say. I trip on my own feet and believe me, I can or have already tripped over your feet. Don't ask, I don't have the answer. Can you believe I've not broken anything? Yeah, me neither.

And I am random. Ya think?

And one more thing...

I generally do NOT go over what I've written because I don't want to critique it and make it not real. I don't want it all glossy and perfect. I want it to read how I speak. Make sense? So the next time someone want to leave a comment about how something didn't "flow"...well, I'll put it this way, I don't DO flow. Not gonna happen. And please try to remember that this is MY blog and I'll not flow if I wanna.

:O)

Choices

"Honey, we need to seriously have a talk" It all started with that sentence. It wasn't about bills or who left the milk in the glass on the counter. It was about changing our lives. Wait a minute...I'm sitting here trying to figure out how I want to say this to make it sound like I'm not freaking out and the truth of the matter is how can I NOT be? Here's the deal, David misses Dallas. Like REALLY misses him. We have lived 3 hours away from him for a few years now and it has taken it's emotional toll. So the CHOICE we made was that David was going to move to Lawrence. We made the CHOICE that I would stay here til Ches graduates in 2011. Details? Too many to acknowledge on my little blog. But we have made this decision, this choice...and now it's time to get on with the gettin' on. I can't tell you how much it aches me. Or how much it warms me to know that my kids have a wonderful father that would do ANYTHING for them. I can't express the jealousy I have of non~blended families cause it's their blessing to be that way. I can't be just a bit excited to have the whole bed so I can sleep diagonally cause that would just be wrong. I shouldn't want him to miss me enough to just drop everything and drive the 3 hours back to me. I can't take out my frustration of how new and scary all this is on Chesney. She's just a kid trusting me to be her rock. I can't be mad at anyone and I want to be damn it. I can't call Kristen and tell her how blessed she is that her son has the best father in every way shape and form and that I'm a fine addition to his life as well because she isnt' "liking" me right now.
But here's what I'm gonna do..I'm going to make the very best out of all this for the next 18 months or so. I'm going to smile, be mad,sad or pissed, love and cry when I feel like it and not when I think I'm supposed to. Life is all about choices and changes and rollin' with the punches. So here's my gut check. Bring it.

This is why...

I haven't been blogging much. Ok, hardly at all. I feel a kind of pressure to be ON when I blog. I want to entertain whomever is reading my blog. I feel like in some ways I need to be as good as my fellow bloggers and that my blog should be pretty and full of life and pics and antidotes of life. But here's the deal, I don't always feel ON and as a matter of fact when I'm alone and quiet THAT is when I don't feel any pressure to be anything or anyone other than just me. So with no apologies, I will allow myself to just BE. To just relax and not worry about being pretty or funny or lively or profound. I'm just going to wing it...hell, I'm too old to be worrying about such silly things for crying out loud. Pics may be posted, or may not. The funny story about what Dallas said the other day may be kept in my noggin. The sweet moments that Ches and I have talking may or may not make it to public knowledge. And the thoughts I have about family, marriage, friends and all things random may be blurted and blogged at a time when I can flail my arms about and tell you in person. But to all of you that have those pretty blogs and such, please don't take it that I'm goofing on you, I'm not at all! Please keep it up if you see fit. I love LOVE going to your blog and reading and seeing what you and yours are up to. I just have to throttle my worried lil brain back to a comfort zone. I know it's in there somewhere.

I know, I know.

So, yet again. Again. It's been a minute. Maybe more since I have posted anything new. Sorry. But not totally, here's the dealio...I have been busy. Summer bidness ya dig?
The kids are great! TBall was great! Cheer camp was Awesome! Dallas' swim lessons? Off without a hitch! He's such a lil fish. Oh, and can "totally go off the big dive".
Kids enrolled in school (yikes and ouch on the dinero front if ya hear me!)
We even found a bit of time to roadtrip it to Tennessee to see the family! WOOT! I knew that my family would L O V E my boys and boy did they. And Dallas has a new BFF in Uncle Marty. It's so sweet, everybody say "awwwww".

I'm well. Nothing to report, which is a good thing. I'm emotionally pretty much altogether. I have my paternal side of my family back. All is good in the world. The maternal side, eh. That's a whole other story.

David is awesome. But he knows that already. He just sits back and enjoys the ride of life and that is what I admire most about the man. Maybe I'll let him pick the movie next time. MAYBE :)

Buddy and Edna...

Buddy and his wife Edna went to the state fair every year, And every year Buddy would say, ‘Edna, I’d like to ride in that helicopter’

Edna always replied, ‘I know Buddy, but that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, And fifty bucks is fifty bucks’

One year Buddy and Edna went to the fair, and Buddy said, ‘Edna, I’m 85 years old
If I don’t ride that helicopter, I might never get another chance’

To this, Edna replied, “Buddy that helicopter ride is fifty bucks, and fifty bucks is
fifty bucks’
The pilot overheard the couple and said, ‘Folks I’ll make you a deal. I’ll take the both of you for a ride. If you can stay quiet for the entire ride and don’t say a word I won’t charge you a penny! But if you say one word it’s fifty dollars.’

Buddy and Edna agreed and up they went.

The pilot did all kinds of fancy maneuvers, but not a word was heard.
He did his daredevil tricks over and over again, But still not a word
When they landed, the pilot turned to Buddy and said, ‘By golly, I did everything I could to get you to yell out, but you didn’t.

I’m impressed!’

Buddy replied, ‘Well, to tell you the truth, I almost said something when Edna fell out,

But you know,

“Fifty bucks is fifty bucks!’

Barefoot Basketball

Those nerves of mush previously blogged about...yea, about those. So, Chesney and I get into Jacksonville and I'm so excited. Like, seriously. I had to pee it was that bad. So anyway, I grab Chesney's hand and tell her to NOT LET GO. My palms are sweaty with anticipation. We head down the way to meet my family, I catch a glimpse of my gorgeous Aunt Angie and ZOOM! I'm off! Leaving Ches in a trail of my dust.. ( she may have still had her hand in hand holding form, I have no idea) I tackle Aunt Angie. Truly I did. I just buried my face in her shoulder and breathed her in. So there we are in the middle of JAX and we're jumping and laughing and crying and hugging and repeating the whole thing over and again. ( I just couldn't help it!)

Fast forward a bit. My family is abundant in numbers. There are so many to see, to hug and to cry and laugh with. But the biggie, the Grand Pooba, the Main Event is...My Dad.

 It's been 22ish years, y'all. On the drive from Jacksonville, Fla. to Murfreesboro, Tn. I'm pretty much just trying to keep my mind on anything BUT seeing my dad. My stomach thanked me later. But when we hit that Tennessee border, it became real. What was I going to say? Would he want to hug me? Who would let go first if he did? Would I cry or be fighting that battle? UGH...I questioned every little thing. I was freaking myself out, getting a knot in my throat, the headache came on like I'd been hit in the head with a baseball bat. I was getting hot and cold, cotton~mouthed and downright nervous as hell. That is until My Uncle Foy (Aunt Angie's Husband) looks right at me and says this..."Girl, you're gonna do just fine. I'm proud of you and I'm right here if you need me." (Did I mention he's NEVER met me until just 2 days prior to this roadtrip and that he's pretty much the ISH?) For some reason, even though my Aunts have told me pretty much the same thing...hearing Uncle Foy speak those words and look me right in the eye calmed me. I don't know if I thanked him for that yet but somehow I think he already knows and if he doesn't, well, I'm gonna have to bust him in the mouth. (Ask me how to join the Club of Mouth Busters)

For some reason I don't want to spill my guts about my Dad and how it all went down. I'll keep it in my heart and hold on to it. But I will share this...
I don't remember who let go of that hug first, doesn't matter. He still smelled like I remember. He told me he loved me. And I got to play a little bit of barefoot Basketball... with my Dad.

Nerves of mush...

I'm a tough lil chica. Stop laughing. Seriously. Ok, maybe not ALL the time. See, the things is this...I'm a mess. Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I'm a mess because I'm feeling the most vulnerable I have in like, oh, forever. I'm not going to get into all the reasons why I think most days I'm pretty put together and have my wits about me. All I need to get off my chest right now is this, I'm scared. Scared that this wonderful reunion will somehow leave me feeling hmmm, what's a good way to put this? Maybe feeling something along the lines of coulda, shoulda, woulda. Makes no sense at all right? Yea, tell me about it. But see, the thing is this, I have a very large extended family that I'm anxious to see and reconnect with after 20+ years and the grown woman and the lil girl in me are having a battle. The grown woman knows that it's going to be beautiful and safe and loving and I'll have them all the rest of my life. That little girl is scared that it will all just vanish again and I'll be left trying to figure out what I did wrong yet again. Ok..this is sounding like a pity party and if you know me you know how I HATE that so I'll just say this in closing...Nerves of mush, get over it. I'm going to take a "big deep breath" (thank you Aunt Angie) and know that "it is what it is" (thank you Aunt Sherry) and that this is going to be INCREDIBLE and that I am loved and this is only the beginning. I'm in store for some awesome times.

WORD

Plans change...and then there's Nick at Night

Ok peeps...a new countdown has begun. The trip that my Uncle and Aunt from California were going to make to visit us here has been postponed for a bit. But it's ok!! They will be flying in to Tennessee to meet Ches and I when we roadtrip it in from Florida! Woot! That's going to be very exciting! Ok..so now the closets can be once again be peeked in to.

On a different note, I find myself staying up late some nights watching old reruns of Roseanne, Golden Girls and whatever else is on Nick at Night. Now mind you, I've more than likely seen every episode of these shows (every.single.one) yet I'll just stay awake watching these shows and thinking about how old I was when I first saw that episode, or where I was living or what I was doing. I remember watching Golden Girls thinking...those ol ladies are ca~razy and when I get older I wanna have a group of ladies around me just like that. I mean whats not to love about hanging out with your best friends eating cheesecake at 1 in the morning?! Then Roseanne. I know some people may not like that show but I LOVED it. It showed a family with struggle but a family that had love. It was an unconventional, they were rowdy and hard workers, a house full of laughter and compassion. I saw that and longed to be a part of the Connor family. Roseanne and Dan seemed to be the ideal parents to me for some reason.
It's funny how I watched it then and what I learned from it as a young teen, and now as an adult I watch it and learn all over again.
oh...And I reallllly hated it when they won the lottery. Really.