For this week I am asking everyone, describe for me your perfect rainy day. (I know, inspiring, but with all the rain it was this or ask you to come up with what your own ark would have in it!)
I love the rain, seriously, everything about it. I love the way it smells after a good rainstorm, like the whole world has been given a bath. I love watching the birds grabbing the worms off the grass. I love playing in the puddles. I love when I walk outside and brush the rosebushes, and the rain feels so cool on my skin. I love the thunder and lightening storms and could watch and listen to them for hours, even as a kid they fascinated me.
But for, the perfect rainy day would start with getting to lay in bed for an hour longer than normal, with the shades pulled up and the window cracked listening to and smelling the storm outside. Then I would have a nice cup of coffee and watch the rain come down from my kitchen window, for as long as I could get away with. I would then curl up on the couch with the girls and cats, by a nice fire and watch a movie or read my book if I could get away with that. When the rain stopped and the sun came out, we would go outside and jump in puddles, until our pants were drenched. Then we would get to have hot cocoa and a warm bath. For dinner I would make beef stroganoff and drink a nice merlot. Finally, after the kids were in bed, D and I would lie in our bed, in the dark. (I can't go into more detail here, my mom reads this).
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Gone Missing
This week Lisa steps up to the plate and asks us to list out things we have lost. (I am so glad to have a topic again!)
My brother. My son. My mother in law. Many friends and family, too many to mention them all. My iPod (damn thieves). Friendships. Brain cells. Weight (but it found me again). Patience and temper all too often. A very cool painting that an ex did for me. My Jungle Book VHS. CD's. My mind on occasion. Jobs. Security. My cool. Love (fortunately I found it again). One half of a favorite pair of earrings. My social security card. My favorite electronic device. My innocence. My ability to touch my elbow to my ankle. Money. Dreams and hopes.
My brother. My son. My mother in law. Many friends and family, too many to mention them all. My iPod (damn thieves). Friendships. Brain cells. Weight (but it found me again). Patience and temper all too often. A very cool painting that an ex did for me. My Jungle Book VHS. CD's. My mind on occasion. Jobs. Security. My cool. Love (fortunately I found it again). One half of a favorite pair of earrings. My social security card. My favorite electronic device. My innocence. My ability to touch my elbow to my ankle. Money. Dreams and hopes.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
When it Rains.....
I have had such a run of bad luck lately, I feel like I am losing my mind, more than when I am pregnant. At least then I have an excuse. Here are some examples of what I mean~
Driving home from dropping the kid off at school a few weeks ago, a truck took up more than his share of the road and forced me into of those damn orange barrels. It hit my passenger side mirror and broke it.
I hung out with one of my oldest and dearest friends, Devita, a few weeks ago. We spent the day talking, had Chinese food (Potstickers), went for coffee, then I took her home. On the way from leaving her house I noticed my gas gauge was low (my idiot light no longer lights up). I hoped that I would make it the 10 miles to the next bigger city as where she lives is kind of out there. Wouldn't you know it that I ran out of gas on the freeway! I was out there for 2 hours, with 2 cop visits before I was rescued.
A few days ago I go to SL to visit my best friend Jen. We had an awesome day, fun with the kids, great salads...you name it. But, somewhere in all this fun I misplaced my keys, and then Jen misplaced them into her cupboard with her keys. We searched for over an hour for those keys before she thought to look in her cupboard and saved the day. Whew! I was so glad they were not really lost, as on top of that my baby threw her woobie and a hat out of the stroller never to be seen again, and her son lost his hat.
Then last night some punk piece of shit human being decided it would be fun to break into my car (as well as my neighbors) and steal my iPod and the spare keys I keep in there for the house that happened to have my dads dog tags from Vietnam on them! The funny thing is they left the money that I have in there for emergencies! So we called the police, had CSI out to dust my car and fingerprint me. We also gave them the serial # to the iPod as Apple has a way of tracking and flagging it in case someone else attempts to connect it to their iTunes. I am pretty annoyed with this as I use the iPod everyday, but am keeping it in perspective also that it could have been so much worse.
I am trying to remind myself that I am blessed, more than I deserve to be and that at the end of the day it is not the things you have in your life that matter, but the people.
Driving home from dropping the kid off at school a few weeks ago, a truck took up more than his share of the road and forced me into of those damn orange barrels. It hit my passenger side mirror and broke it.
I hung out with one of my oldest and dearest friends, Devita, a few weeks ago. We spent the day talking, had Chinese food (Potstickers), went for coffee, then I took her home. On the way from leaving her house I noticed my gas gauge was low (my idiot light no longer lights up). I hoped that I would make it the 10 miles to the next bigger city as where she lives is kind of out there. Wouldn't you know it that I ran out of gas on the freeway! I was out there for 2 hours, with 2 cop visits before I was rescued.
A few days ago I go to SL to visit my best friend Jen. We had an awesome day, fun with the kids, great salads...you name it. But, somewhere in all this fun I misplaced my keys, and then Jen misplaced them into her cupboard with her keys. We searched for over an hour for those keys before she thought to look in her cupboard and saved the day. Whew! I was so glad they were not really lost, as on top of that my baby threw her woobie and a hat out of the stroller never to be seen again, and her son lost his hat.
Then last night some punk piece of shit human being decided it would be fun to break into my car (as well as my neighbors) and steal my iPod and the spare keys I keep in there for the house that happened to have my dads dog tags from Vietnam on them! The funny thing is they left the money that I have in there for emergencies! So we called the police, had CSI out to dust my car and fingerprint me. We also gave them the serial # to the iPod as Apple has a way of tracking and flagging it in case someone else attempts to connect it to their iTunes. I am pretty annoyed with this as I use the iPod everyday, but am keeping it in perspective also that it could have been so much worse.
I am trying to remind myself that I am blessed, more than I deserve to be and that at the end of the day it is not the things you have in your life that matter, but the people.
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