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Saturday, March 5, 2011

No more waiting…

Not too long ago I posted the following to Twitter and Facebook (would love for you to follow me…):

“I often wait for different things to happen and it finally dawned on me in order for IT to happen I have to *make* it happen!”

Now if I’m going to say something like that then I have to do something, right? You know: Back it up. This weekend, as is the case with most weekends without my young children, I have a lot of time to myself. Normally on Saturday mornings I sleep very late, rise for breakfast/brunch and chill out in front of the television. I normally have grand plans about getting the house in order, getting some work done and whatnot, but it often goes undone until Sunday.

Last night I was feeling a bit “alone.” I’m not one to get lonely very often because I actually enjoy spending time with myself. It just gets a little old sometimes, but since I’ve spent years waiting on others to make life interesting or fun and waiting for someone to show me they care enough about me to include me in their lives I think it’s high time I stopped waiting.

The first excitement of my weekend was going to be going to the main library branch to get my taxes done. It’s supposed to be from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. and the complex we live in now was having a brunch for residents from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. I thought, ‘Hmmm, do I want to spend the morning making sure I have my tax paperwork in order then sit for who knows how long or enjoy some relaxation and get to know some of the other residents?’ I chose the latter, especially since I have to go to the VA Hospital this evening for a CT scan of my liver and I had to stop eating at 1:30.

I got a little exercise by walking to the community room and enjoyed the brisk day, had a good conversation with an older woman and the cute young couple who are the “hosts” of the complex. I can’t think of what exactly they said their roll is, but they welcome new residents, host get-togethers and are working to make this community a family, of sorts.

I had grand plans about what I want to do this afternoon, but I got caught sitting in front of the television watching a reality show. I think, instead of cleaning up or doing more organizing, I may check out Payless Shoe Source to see if I can find a pair of cute, comfortable, sexy AND casual (LOL!) shoes for everyday. After my CT scan I may stop at Atlantic Station, if it isn’t raining, and do a little window shopping. Maybe there’s a sale going on and I’ll find a little treat for myself.

DSCF5612Whatever I decide to do with my weekend I need to start making things happen for myself. I’d like to meet some new people, make some friends and “seriously” have a connection with someone. Whether a female friend or a male companion (hey, I’m human!) I can’t meet anyone by sitting inside my apartment or chilling in bed watching Canadian series on Hulu, which is one of my absolute favorite things to do.

All of that seems easy and natural, right? Well, I am a loner and a  true book nerd. I’m even a little antisocial although people who meet me don’t get that impression. I like being around people to a certain degree, but I have to get in a certain mindset. I mean, I work from home and I’m a single mom. I don’t go to clubs and I only have two female friends that I communicate with on a regular basis. I spend more time hanging out with my teenager (oh my gosh: ADULT) daughter, Can you believe she’s going to be 20 years old?!

… and she’s away at college.

  This life I’m making for myself… stress-free, apartment living, raising children and supportive of an adult child with the desire to continue to be a successful writer and a fabulous woman while making my home comfy, inviting and ultra fabulous … has a few holes in it. Well, a couple of holes and I’m not going to wait for anyone to fill them for me.

The wait is finally over.


Monday, February 28, 2011

The mind of my 3.5-year-old daughter

Even though I have four children I’m still amazed at their intellectual progression – for lack of a better phrase. Two of my children tend to ponder facts before asking questions about it and two of my children prefer asking questions first regarding something they’ve learned and then bring it up again later for further information.

DSCF5608 So I shouldn’t have been surprised – or so amazed, I guess – when my youngest child, who’s almost 4, began spewing knowledge of things she is learning. For instance, last Friday she went on her first field trip with her head start class. The group went to the Martin Luther King Memorial and, I must admit, I didn’t expect her to get anything from it.

Boy was I wrong.

When I picked her up she immediately told me she road on a bus. Although very excited, she revealed that she was scared too because she didn’t think the bus would bring her back. Later on I asked her who she saw and where did she go. She said, “Martin Luther King.” I was amazed at how clearly she said it and have since be surprised by the facts she gleaned from her experience.

DSCF5610 She revealed that she walked through Martin Luther King’s “little house” (I went on that tour years ago and definitely recall it being little.), she said MLK had died and she said she saw the water. For those who haven’t visited the memorial there is, if I remember correctly, a fountain surrounding the eternal flame, which Anna said she saw. Today while we were looking at the pamphlets she brought home with her, she asked, “Where’s the fire station?” There’s a map and pictures, and when I pointed it out to her she said she remembers seeing it.

Another association she made was when we passed a cemetery on the way home today. She said, “People who die are there…” with that lilt in her voice that children get when they know something but are still posing it as a question. “Yes, there bodies or bones are there after the die.”

“Is Martin Luther King there?”

“He’s not at that cemetery, but you saw his tomb when you went on the field trip, right?”


After a little while she began talking about how the clouds are gray today. “Why are they gray?”

“Because they have rain in them.” I smiled because we have ongoing conversations about the sky on a regular basis. Like me and her siblings, she is amazed by the beauty of the sky and notices differences and transformations.

Aren’t children amazing? Lucky for me I have a little bit of time before she starts telling me about chemical formulas and how parts of the brain function like her oldest sister does. :-)

Have you been amazed or stuffed with pride with the mind of your child lately? Take a moment and share.


Make the car connection

I’m sure you’ve heard the saying, “Keeping up with the Joneses.” Well, I’m not the type of person who tries to do that, but I am human and consider what it would be like to own a vehicle that I’ve always wanted. For instance, I saw a 2011 Nissan Quest the other day and I was practically drooling.

Then while I was driving around near my home I spotted a Lexus Is-250C. Most people who know me will think that’s funny because I am not one to even know what type of car I’m looking at let alone specifics, but there are just some types of vehicles that stand out to me.

You may be the type of person who likes a Chevrolet Volt or something similar. For me it isn’t normally the name behind the car that I like, but the features and look of it. And that Nissan Quest has the outer appearance and, most definitely, the features that I’d love to have at my disposal.

Even if you’re not trying to keep up with the Joneses you may need or want to know more information about the vehicle you are looking for. One of the best ways to do this is checking out a well-versed car encyclopedia, which should give you all the information you need.

In the meantime, I’ll just try to keep blinders on and not worry about the Joneses… I’ll also be saving up some money so I can get that Nissan Quest I’ve had my eye on.


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Goood-bye… Huh?

Despite my not-so-great diagnoses, I have been doing fairly well on the medical/physical side. Of course I’ve had pain and issues, that’s to be expected, but there had only been one day of feeling like total crap. That was until yesterday morning.

I woke up feeling a little blah with a huge dose of yuck. I thought it was just the regular morning aches, pains and nausea so I muscled through to fix the children their Saturday morning brunch. They’d already fixed themselves cereal a little earlier, and promptly put their order in for bacon, eggs and fruit when I came out of my room. Sigh. Although I didn’t feel like preparing the meal, I know that it’s a weekend tradition the children enjoy. I munched on fruit so I could take my morning dose of meds and got their food on the table, and even added biscuits to the morning goodies.

image By the time I’d gotten the food on the table and popped some pills I was feeling worse by the minute. More pain, headache and severe nausea. As I shuffled to my room I gave the kids some instructions and promptly encased myself in the warmth and softness of my bed. After a few minutes of watching a show on Hulu, I started to fall asleep. A nap was definitely in order.

I’d left my door open and the kids came in and out a couple of times needing help. Eventually sibling arguments boiled over and I had to call them into my room a couple of times to take a toy or admonish and discipline. At one point I called my middle daughter, 6-year-old Amareah, into my room to find out what she’d done to cause the latest disruption.

In the middle of asking her what was going on I dozed off. Yup, I actually went to sleep. A little bit later I heard a small voice say, “Goooood-bye mommy…”

"Huh?” I could barely open my eyes and through the slits I managed I could see her standing there. Believe it or not I was surprised to see her and could not remember what we were talking about.

“Bye mommy.”

“Okay, bye Amareah,” I mumbled. As I drifted I could hear the slight pleasure in Amareah’s voice as she realized she’d gotten out of getting in trouble. The only thing I could think of as I fell asleep is, “Wow, I really don’t feel well.”

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