Some of us have been in this situation, and thankfully/mercifully, many of us have not.
Posting as requested if you are able to help.
Thanks.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
In Due Time
So much has happened since Andrew & I returned from our weekend with family. What to say. What to say.... First of all. Jenny rocks!!!!
Still questioning the love of the universe. Logan Airport facilities was organised by angels. 8 year old boys should not be allowed to touch anything, nor should they be allowed to take team ballcaps out of town. Bacon grease burns like a muthah, and Beth is the Goddess of all that is first aide! Still no blisters.
Started this blog how many days ago. Again. Lots has happened. Andrew is doing his evil vs devil dance that he so frequently does since he returned from spring break. Tonight, he redeemed himself from his evility of last eve.
A friendly colleague (not really a friend, but always fun in the office) died of a massive heart attack on Saturday. He was only 52. We are hoping it was after his daughter's college graduation ceremony. Gerry was totally irreverent, yet kept us all real. He could be a pain in the arse, but always with good measure. Just a year ago, he lost his son in a car crash. This year, we lost him. I guess it is our loss, as he is now with his son. He cherished all three of his kids. I digress. Lisa & I went to the service. Full Catholic Mass. Having turned the page from religious to spiritual eons ago, I have to say that I squirmed in my seat more than a few times - even in between the up/down/up/downs that is a catholic mass. The service was lovely, and I hope Gerry approved. Former colleague Paul sang a wonderful rendition of some eagle soaring and mountain top song. Apparently, it is quite popular at Catholic funeral services. Anyway, several weeks ago, Andrew & I attended a charming service at the West Unity Methodist Church. It was a bit on the evangelical side, yet was very welcoming and comforting. It had me wondering if maybe I should be looking for a church in or near Exeter for Andrew & I to join. Then today. Maybe it was just this church, or this minister/priest. Who knows, but I do have to say I felt like a 2nd class peasant. This is after feeling like, eventhough we were all there supposedly to celebrate in Gerry's life, we were being preached to about the symbols of Christ (nothing whatsoever about living a christian life). At the start of Communion, the priest said all catholics are welcome to partake. Non-catholics can be blessed if they so chose, but only by him as only priests are allowed to bless people. He instructed those infidels to go into a separate line and to cross their arms over their chests as a symbol of not being worthy of communion. Now, I've been to many a non-catholic service and partook in communion - no separate lines or arm chest crossing. West Unity as an example. Didn't partake there as it was real glutenous bread, and I was still dealing with my inner conflict (still not sure who has won yet.....)
All this being said, I'm not sure what to say anymore. What I thought was good might not be, and what I thought I should avoid, maybe I shouldn't. I don't live my life in a 'shoulda-woulda-coulda' way at all. Still, the universe makes ya wonder what it's all about. I'm sure we'll all find out in due time.
Sweet dreams Gerry. I've got printer watch from now on.
Still questioning the love of the universe. Logan Airport facilities was organised by angels. 8 year old boys should not be allowed to touch anything, nor should they be allowed to take team ballcaps out of town. Bacon grease burns like a muthah, and Beth is the Goddess of all that is first aide! Still no blisters.
Started this blog how many days ago. Again. Lots has happened. Andrew is doing his evil vs devil dance that he so frequently does since he returned from spring break. Tonight, he redeemed himself from his evility of last eve.
A friendly colleague (not really a friend, but always fun in the office) died of a massive heart attack on Saturday. He was only 52. We are hoping it was after his daughter's college graduation ceremony. Gerry was totally irreverent, yet kept us all real. He could be a pain in the arse, but always with good measure. Just a year ago, he lost his son in a car crash. This year, we lost him. I guess it is our loss, as he is now with his son. He cherished all three of his kids. I digress. Lisa & I went to the service. Full Catholic Mass. Having turned the page from religious to spiritual eons ago, I have to say that I squirmed in my seat more than a few times - even in between the up/down/up/downs that is a catholic mass. The service was lovely, and I hope Gerry approved. Former colleague Paul sang a wonderful rendition of some eagle soaring and mountain top song. Apparently, it is quite popular at Catholic funeral services. Anyway, several weeks ago, Andrew & I attended a charming service at the West Unity Methodist Church. It was a bit on the evangelical side, yet was very welcoming and comforting. It had me wondering if maybe I should be looking for a church in or near Exeter for Andrew & I to join. Then today. Maybe it was just this church, or this minister/priest. Who knows, but I do have to say I felt like a 2nd class peasant. This is after feeling like, eventhough we were all there supposedly to celebrate in Gerry's life, we were being preached to about the symbols of Christ (nothing whatsoever about living a christian life). At the start of Communion, the priest said all catholics are welcome to partake. Non-catholics can be blessed if they so chose, but only by him as only priests are allowed to bless people. He instructed those infidels to go into a separate line and to cross their arms over their chests as a symbol of not being worthy of communion. Now, I've been to many a non-catholic service and partook in communion - no separate lines or arm chest crossing. West Unity as an example. Didn't partake there as it was real glutenous bread, and I was still dealing with my inner conflict (still not sure who has won yet.....)
All this being said, I'm not sure what to say anymore. What I thought was good might not be, and what I thought I should avoid, maybe I shouldn't. I don't live my life in a 'shoulda-woulda-coulda' way at all. Still, the universe makes ya wonder what it's all about. I'm sure we'll all find out in due time.
Sweet dreams Gerry. I've got printer watch from now on.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Preview of how the weekend went
Waiting at the gate for our flight to board.
A: "Mom, do you have balls?"
N: "No."
A: "Balls like the ones I have?" As he continues hitting himself with his bottle of apple juice.
N: "No. I do not have balls."
A: "Mom, do you have balls?"
N: "No."
A: "Balls like the ones I have?" As he continues hitting himself with his bottle of apple juice.
N: "No. I do not have balls."
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Mother's Day
Right. So it's Thursday, and I'm blogging about Sunday. Ya got three sets of photos with a few words in each on Sunday, so the timing works.....
Saturday night, Andrew had a sleep over at a friend's house. I went out to dinner with a friend. Entertaining evening for all.
Got up Sunday morning in time to pick up Andrew at the, so I thought, agreed upon time of 10:00. I was first told, by the friend's sister to come back at 1:00. The mom told me noon. Back home I go to work on the garage.
Leave again a few minutes before noon for 2nd pick-up attempt. Grandfather of friend tells me the boys just went swimming, and he will bring Andrew home around 2:00. Sounds good to me. I went back to attacking the garage.
Around 2:30, Andrew is deposited home. All he wants to do is go inside and watch tv. With the exception of swimming, he'd been inside all day and the previous evening playing Play Station, so some outdoor time would do him good. Still being the ungrateful child - much longer vacation deprogramming this time - he fought me every breath. Even when I reminded him about it being Mother's Day. OH! At the 10:00 pick-up, I went over to Andrew and gave him a peck on the cheek, and asked him if he has anything to say to me. "Hi." "Thanks." "See you later." Finally, his friend leaned over and whispered "Happy Mother's Day." Andrew reluctantly repeated. I thanked the friend, and left.
The week has been wicked busy with appointments, baseball games, chores, and general getting ready to leave town stuff. Tonight is 3rd grade parental orientation at the other elementary school (yes, there are two. K-2 and 3-5), so packing will be done late.
Enjoy whatever it is you are doing. See you tomorrow Mom.
Saturday night, Andrew had a sleep over at a friend's house. I went out to dinner with a friend. Entertaining evening for all.
Got up Sunday morning in time to pick up Andrew at the, so I thought, agreed upon time of 10:00. I was first told, by the friend's sister to come back at 1:00. The mom told me noon. Back home I go to work on the garage.
Leave again a few minutes before noon for 2nd pick-up attempt. Grandfather of friend tells me the boys just went swimming, and he will bring Andrew home around 2:00. Sounds good to me. I went back to attacking the garage.
Around 2:30, Andrew is deposited home. All he wants to do is go inside and watch tv. With the exception of swimming, he'd been inside all day and the previous evening playing Play Station, so some outdoor time would do him good. Still being the ungrateful child - much longer vacation deprogramming this time - he fought me every breath. Even when I reminded him about it being Mother's Day. OH! At the 10:00 pick-up, I went over to Andrew and gave him a peck on the cheek, and asked him if he has anything to say to me. "Hi." "Thanks." "See you later." Finally, his friend leaned over and whispered "Happy Mother's Day." Andrew reluctantly repeated. I thanked the friend, and left.
The week has been wicked busy with appointments, baseball games, chores, and general getting ready to leave town stuff. Tonight is 3rd grade parental orientation at the other elementary school (yes, there are two. K-2 and 3-5), so packing will be done late.
Enjoy whatever it is you are doing. See you tomorrow Mom.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
After - finally
Two blue bags, leaf/debris bag, and two piles of twined cardboard. Found two usable Rubbermaid totes and both of my sprinklers. I'm spent. Now, if Andrew will just allow me time to relax......
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Universal Time
Last night, Andrew's class had a sleep over at the school. His teacher does this every year with her 2nd graders. It's a big end of year treat. Reading under the auspice of fun. When my friend Lisa found out I get a night to myself with no sitter involved, she was horrified to learn I had actually volunteered to help with a portion of the evening. I volunteered for snacks. Tough assignment..... Another Mom & I met around 8:15. I was out of there by 8:45. During the set up and tear down, other volunteer mom & I were discussing what we were going to do with the rest of our evening. I said I was meeting a friend for drinks. She said she is staying over with the kids because, "it's too early to go out and do anything." Clearly, this woman is not only under 40, but under 30. 9:00pm??? Too early to go out?? That's like almost bedtime! ;)
Today is baseball picture day and then baseball game. Food shopping, other errands, then attempted quiet time before taking Andrew to a friend's house for yet another sleep over. Maybe the universe is starting to like me after all......
Today is baseball picture day and then baseball game. Food shopping, other errands, then attempted quiet time before taking Andrew to a friend's house for yet another sleep over. Maybe the universe is starting to like me after all......
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Balancing
Ok, so figure I should post something happy and positive to balance the rant from the other day. Don't really feel like it since my bedside table attacked me in the middle of the night giving me a matching goose egg from the coffee table attack. Whatever.
Spring is here. Tulips are beautiful, and hostas are on their way. :)
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
How do we know
Hello folk.
Been pondering this for a few days, and need to get it out of my head once and for all.
How do we know if we are doing the right things for the right people? I'm a giver my nature. I don't expect anything in return, and always appreciate a lovely gesture either in return, or just because. Since I'm a giver, I'm questioning if I'm giving the right stuff to the wrong people and the wrong stuff to the right people? How do I know what the right stuff is? How do I know who are the right people and who are the wrong people? Sometimes I can tell the wrong person because when I give something, it is received in such a way like the person expected nothing less. They were not necessarily appreciative. It's like, "well yeah, I deserve this because I deserve all, and when do I get more?" Those folks I've pretty much tagged and avoid whenever possible. But what about people I consider good friends, and whom I'm under the impression also consider me a good friend? I give because I want to, not because I want things in return, so when I give something - whether it be time, support, an actual item, etc - and the person is just non-chalant about it, I have to wonder "am I doing the right thing for the right person?" Then people whom I find totally deserving, I feel inadequate in giving anything. Again, these are not material possessions. It could be time, running an errand, making a phone call, giving a hug, etc. Things like that. Because I give to give, I don't stick around waiting for anything in return except maybe a 'thank you'. Are my standards too high? Do I expect too much from people? Especially whom I consider good friends? Oh, and what makes a friend a 'good' friend, and not just a 'friend friend'? I'm at a loss folk. Last week was a good learning experience for me. With the exception of a wee group of people, I spent the majority of my week alone. One person in particular whom I'm questioning the "good friend" status played the part of the good friend, and we've all been told "Actions speak louder than words", but what then, when actions contradict each other? Huh? Again, I'm at a complete loss. The universe still hates me. Just in case I had started to forget, it reminded me this evening when I whacked my head on the coffee table bending down to get my address book from under my chair. Nice goose-egg should greet me in the morning. FU&K the universe. FU&K selfish undeserving people.
I'm done with my rant. For now.
Been pondering this for a few days, and need to get it out of my head once and for all.
How do we know if we are doing the right things for the right people? I'm a giver my nature. I don't expect anything in return, and always appreciate a lovely gesture either in return, or just because. Since I'm a giver, I'm questioning if I'm giving the right stuff to the wrong people and the wrong stuff to the right people? How do I know what the right stuff is? How do I know who are the right people and who are the wrong people? Sometimes I can tell the wrong person because when I give something, it is received in such a way like the person expected nothing less. They were not necessarily appreciative. It's like, "well yeah, I deserve this because I deserve all, and when do I get more?" Those folks I've pretty much tagged and avoid whenever possible. But what about people I consider good friends, and whom I'm under the impression also consider me a good friend? I give because I want to, not because I want things in return, so when I give something - whether it be time, support, an actual item, etc - and the person is just non-chalant about it, I have to wonder "am I doing the right thing for the right person?" Then people whom I find totally deserving, I feel inadequate in giving anything. Again, these are not material possessions. It could be time, running an errand, making a phone call, giving a hug, etc. Things like that. Because I give to give, I don't stick around waiting for anything in return except maybe a 'thank you'. Are my standards too high? Do I expect too much from people? Especially whom I consider good friends? Oh, and what makes a friend a 'good' friend, and not just a 'friend friend'? I'm at a loss folk. Last week was a good learning experience for me. With the exception of a wee group of people, I spent the majority of my week alone. One person in particular whom I'm questioning the "good friend" status played the part of the good friend, and we've all been told "Actions speak louder than words", but what then, when actions contradict each other? Huh? Again, I'm at a complete loss. The universe still hates me. Just in case I had started to forget, it reminded me this evening when I whacked my head on the coffee table bending down to get my address book from under my chair. Nice goose-egg should greet me in the morning. FU&K the universe. FU&K selfish undeserving people.
I'm done with my rant. For now.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Yep. Gotta Do It
Morning folk. 48 degrees and rainy. Still a lovely day because......
ANDREW COMES HOME TODAY!!!!!
Also, I realised that I must, must, must do my daily nasal regime (regiment??). Forgot to do it this morning, and quickly noticed that, yeah, it does help!
Breathing is good.
No sinus headaches is good.
It's all good.
Did I mention Andrew comes home today!!! :)
ANDREW COMES HOME TODAY!!!!!
Also, I realised that I must, must, must do my daily nasal regime (regiment??). Forgot to do it this morning, and quickly noticed that, yeah, it does help!
Breathing is good.
No sinus headaches is good.
It's all good.
Did I mention Andrew comes home today!!! :)
Saturday, May 03, 2008
What I Love
Andrew coming home tomorrow.
Me time
Space bags
Good friends - where ever you may be.
Aveda
Wine
Common sense
Honesty
Most of my family ;)
My house
New Hampshire
New England
Sleep
Clean
Andrew
Me time
Space bags
Good friends - where ever you may be.
Aveda
Wine
Common sense
Honesty
Most of my family ;)
My house
New Hampshire
New England
Sleep
Clean
Andrew
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