Have you found yourself between the lines yet? On one line is your husband and young kids. Above that line is your parents that have reached retirement and have regular monthly prescriptions. In the middle of those lines is where I am at. I feel like there is a constant ticker reminding me that we live by a certain time clock. My clock is screaming Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
My mother is 65 years old and has had many health issues. Last year was a doozy! Without getting into specifics about ailments lets just say it was a very difficult and trying time. My father will be 75 this June and deserves a Purple Heart for his courage during these health battles. Thier marriage is a true love story. Im a little biased.
My marriage however seems to be a reality check everyday. My hubby is great ...but when I look into my childhood, my memories of my parents marriage doesn't look like mine. When did they argue? When did they discuss finances? I dont remember my Dad telling my Mom not to go to the Mall...even when everything in the mall was on clearance. Oh Wait, that is one of my excuses.When did they fight over cleaning the kitchen? or yardwork? When did they find time to actually talk or even have sex? O.k I dont want that answer! Anyways, My point is that they sacrificed alot for me and my siblings. Six of us in all and I can say they made it work and made it look a little too easy.
I check in with my Dad every morning and with my Mom most nights before bed. To put some light on how close we truly are...They are my First phone call ...when im crying my eyes out or when Im screaming really loud with excitement!! They are my... Home! My go-to Peeps!
I will admit my dads advice sometimes isn't great. He will always take my husbands side in arguments. lol My mom does too but she will always add that Im really right in the end. Gotta Love the bond us women have! Regardless what needs to be done for them, I vow to make sure they are taken care of. Haircuts, Prescriptions, helping to understand medical bills... All these needs are still not as important as sittting around thier table just visiting. I get asked alot...."What do you have to talk about since you just talked to them this morning?" My reply will always be..I got to spend some TIME with my Mom and Dad. On the really special visits one of them will remember something from thier childhood and share the memories with me. I will treasure my memories of them forever and take every opportunity to make even more!!
The real important things in our life are not what keep us so busy. I find myself complaining about taking the kids everywhere, cleaning our house, sticking to the ever shrinking budget, what to make for dinner that isn't from a chain restaurant... and also finding time to have sex..lol These are really not that important. I think they are .....untill I get a call that my Moms byopsy came back positive for cancer again. Or that My dad just called an ambulance for Mom, then called me crying like a baby asking me to please get there fast.....or taking my Dad to the E.R. the night before Easter because the strongest man I know can't handle the pain in his abdomen.
Watching them get older is pretty scary. I have so much respect for all that they do for everyone around them. They put themselves last in every decision they make. They have seen the ocean only one time in their life. That was only because they went to witness a good friends wedding. I feel that I can't do enough for them. Being in the middle of raising my family and making sure that my Parents are happy and being taken care of is my life now.............and I wouldnt change a single thing!!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Walmart Warm fuzzies ~from March 2010~
I had an experience last March that I just have to share..
I was at Walmart and I was waiting in a line to check out. There were maybe 3 checkouts open and tons of people. Whats new right? I was a little impatient.... Honestly, I was getting pretty upset and not exactly thinking happy thoughts.
I noticed a lady nearby that was playing one of those games with the claw that descends into a pile of stuffed animals. She was wearing a green shirt and even had her hair sprayed Green in celebration of St. Patricks Day.
I watched her load the machine with quarters for atleast 20 minutes.
I was still feeling impatient about the slow cashier I was waiting on, but the green lady was pretty amusing to watch.
Finally, I got done checking out and Miss Patty (She looked like a Patty) still didnt have a stuffed animal. As I walked by her i decided to give her a warm fuzzy. This is what I call a compliment. I went up to her and said "I love your Hair, Happy St. Patricks Day" she looked at me, smiled and said "Thank You!".. I put my cart away and I heard her scream with joy as I was walking out the doors. It was obvious that she had finally got that claw to drop a stuffed animal into the basket. Yea!!
As I was walking to my car in the parking lot, I heard someone yelling at me..Ma'am, Ma'am!
I looked behind me and it was Miss Patty holding a red teddybear. She asked me If I had any kids. I told her "Yes. I have 2, a boy and a girl." She held out the teddy bear and said "I want you to have this", I ofcoarse said "No no, you worked hard getting that" she insisted, and I took the Bear and said "Thank you"..she looked at me and said "No, Thank-YOU"...
I watched as she walked across the parking lot to her car without any stuffed animals. I got in my Jeep and had tears in my eyes. There really aren't that many genuinely Nice people around anymore. Or maybe there is..? When was the last time that you gave a total stranger a compliment? I got much more than a warm fuzzy that night....even more than a warm fuzzy teddy bear! When I got home I showed my kids the bear and explained to them the story. Gavin asked if he could have my red bear and I said no. I said I wanted to keep this one. I still have this bear in my bedroom. Its been a year and I still think of the good a simple compliment can do for a total stranger. I know how giving one felt for me. Our family has a goal of giving atleast 1 warm fuzzy to someone each day...What would be your reaction to receiving one?
I was at Walmart and I was waiting in a line to check out. There were maybe 3 checkouts open and tons of people. Whats new right? I was a little impatient.... Honestly, I was getting pretty upset and not exactly thinking happy thoughts.
I noticed a lady nearby that was playing one of those games with the claw that descends into a pile of stuffed animals. She was wearing a green shirt and even had her hair sprayed Green in celebration of St. Patricks Day.
I watched her load the machine with quarters for atleast 20 minutes.
I was still feeling impatient about the slow cashier I was waiting on, but the green lady was pretty amusing to watch.
Finally, I got done checking out and Miss Patty (She looked like a Patty) still didnt have a stuffed animal. As I walked by her i decided to give her a warm fuzzy. This is what I call a compliment. I went up to her and said "I love your Hair, Happy St. Patricks Day" she looked at me, smiled and said "Thank You!".. I put my cart away and I heard her scream with joy as I was walking out the doors. It was obvious that she had finally got that claw to drop a stuffed animal into the basket. Yea!!
As I was walking to my car in the parking lot, I heard someone yelling at me..Ma'am, Ma'am!
I looked behind me and it was Miss Patty holding a red teddybear. She asked me If I had any kids. I told her "Yes. I have 2, a boy and a girl." She held out the teddy bear and said "I want you to have this", I ofcoarse said "No no, you worked hard getting that" she insisted, and I took the Bear and said "Thank you"..she looked at me and said "No, Thank-YOU"...
I watched as she walked across the parking lot to her car without any stuffed animals. I got in my Jeep and had tears in my eyes. There really aren't that many genuinely Nice people around anymore. Or maybe there is..? When was the last time that you gave a total stranger a compliment? I got much more than a warm fuzzy that night....even more than a warm fuzzy teddy bear! When I got home I showed my kids the bear and explained to them the story. Gavin asked if he could have my red bear and I said no. I said I wanted to keep this one. I still have this bear in my bedroom. Its been a year and I still think of the good a simple compliment can do for a total stranger. I know how giving one felt for me. Our family has a goal of giving atleast 1 warm fuzzy to someone each day...What would be your reaction to receiving one?
I had to share this story. I think it showed me that saying or doing a nice thing for someone can truly be rewarding. I'll be the first to admit that I need to work on being more patient with people (ecspecially in Walmart). Warm fuzzies can't make the check out lines any faster but this one made me stop being a Grumpy butt. ........... Thank you Ms. Patty!
*Kiki
Friday, February 11, 2011
Girlies
Dear friends,
I've been thinking about all the friends that I've had through the years. Some have been around since diapers and others have just been in my life only a few weeks. I remember a certain time in school when it was a silent understanding that the more friends you had, the more important that you seemed. The reason I'm blogging about this is because It brings a new light to friendship when you watch your children form thier friendships. I pray that in a pile of coins they will find the value of a handful of the older, more worn coins to be worth so much more than a bucket of shiny new ones.
I can remember back in Grade school forming a couple friendships that I believe now to be the root of who I became. My girlies were with me through the green hair phase(swimming pools). The sneaking out to smoke pot. Getting caught after being dropped off by some losers from a party (in hind sight that was stupid). Then climbing through the jungle of her backyard. We laughed our booties off in the back yard for 1/2 hour before making it to the front door only to stop laughing when the light turned on and an angry step Mom pulled the door open faster than I ever thought possible..Ok I was still a little high so everything should've been slower to me. lol. We were in big trouble but it was O.K because we were in it Together. My Adventures with Jeni were worth it!! If my daughter ever asks, I will deny this!
Friendships that started when I was young seemed to have no strings attatched. Noone expected you to be anything different than who you were. This doesn't mean that I didnt argue over which Madonna song was the best or whose hair was higher...but I never felt like i had to mold into what anyone else wanted me to be.
I remember the summer Fair that I couldnt miss a single day of. We would wear our Black concert T's and walk around the Fairgrounds over and over and over again. Teasing our hair as high as it would go and leavng the house in a cloud of Aqua Net hairspray, we were so Cool! Drinking Boones wine in a barn listening to Metallica and Guns n Roses. Even a phone call that changed my middle school life. A friend had passed away in a car accident and my girly didnt want me to be alone when I heard the news. A few years later I would be the one comforting her at her fathers funeral. We spent almost every summer together. Some awesome times. If she called today and needed me, I'd drop everything and Go!
Friendships didnt need to be thought about back then, they just happened. The girl who was most popular seemed so cool to me because I thought she would never feel alone. In reality though, she might have always had friends around her but how many of them knew when she was crying on the inside? I admit I was afraid of being alone. Afraid my true friends would find someone better than me, but in the end it was a waste of time being afraid. My girlies never went anywhere. Did we meet boys that would take up more of our time? Yes, but when they broke our hearts we still had each other. We just grew strength from each other to go out and Break their Hearts. :)
Friendships change through the years according to where u are in your life and growing a family. Mothers know that its a lot harder to find time to go out with the single ladies and tend to spend more time with other moms that understand that Cocktails and Babysitters are like Heaven. Ive been lucky in my Life. I can say that I have surrounded myself with great friends and if I have to vent about my insensitive hubby or cranky kids or even about these horrible cramps I have someone to call and I know they will answer the phone and tell me thier life sucks too...lol
Im blessed to have made those friendships and many more through out the years, and even more blesssed now that I have my own family of friends or shall I say Girlies?
Make new Friends but keep the old ones, One is silver and the other gold.
*Kiki
I've been thinking about all the friends that I've had through the years. Some have been around since diapers and others have just been in my life only a few weeks. I remember a certain time in school when it was a silent understanding that the more friends you had, the more important that you seemed. The reason I'm blogging about this is because It brings a new light to friendship when you watch your children form thier friendships. I pray that in a pile of coins they will find the value of a handful of the older, more worn coins to be worth so much more than a bucket of shiny new ones.
I can remember back in Grade school forming a couple friendships that I believe now to be the root of who I became. My girlies were with me through the green hair phase(swimming pools). The sneaking out to smoke pot. Getting caught after being dropped off by some losers from a party (in hind sight that was stupid). Then climbing through the jungle of her backyard. We laughed our booties off in the back yard for 1/2 hour before making it to the front door only to stop laughing when the light turned on and an angry step Mom pulled the door open faster than I ever thought possible..Ok I was still a little high so everything should've been slower to me. lol. We were in big trouble but it was O.K because we were in it Together. My Adventures with Jeni were worth it!! If my daughter ever asks, I will deny this!
Friendships that started when I was young seemed to have no strings attatched. Noone expected you to be anything different than who you were. This doesn't mean that I didnt argue over which Madonna song was the best or whose hair was higher...but I never felt like i had to mold into what anyone else wanted me to be.
I remember the summer Fair that I couldnt miss a single day of. We would wear our Black concert T's and walk around the Fairgrounds over and over and over again. Teasing our hair as high as it would go and leavng the house in a cloud of Aqua Net hairspray, we were so Cool! Drinking Boones wine in a barn listening to Metallica and Guns n Roses. Even a phone call that changed my middle school life. A friend had passed away in a car accident and my girly didnt want me to be alone when I heard the news. A few years later I would be the one comforting her at her fathers funeral. We spent almost every summer together. Some awesome times. If she called today and needed me, I'd drop everything and Go!
Friendships didnt need to be thought about back then, they just happened. The girl who was most popular seemed so cool to me because I thought she would never feel alone. In reality though, she might have always had friends around her but how many of them knew when she was crying on the inside? I admit I was afraid of being alone. Afraid my true friends would find someone better than me, but in the end it was a waste of time being afraid. My girlies never went anywhere. Did we meet boys that would take up more of our time? Yes, but when they broke our hearts we still had each other. We just grew strength from each other to go out and Break their Hearts. :)
Friendships change through the years according to where u are in your life and growing a family. Mothers know that its a lot harder to find time to go out with the single ladies and tend to spend more time with other moms that understand that Cocktails and Babysitters are like Heaven. Ive been lucky in my Life. I can say that I have surrounded myself with great friends and if I have to vent about my insensitive hubby or cranky kids or even about these horrible cramps I have someone to call and I know they will answer the phone and tell me thier life sucks too...lol
Im blessed to have made those friendships and many more through out the years, and even more blesssed now that I have my own family of friends or shall I say Girlies?
Make new Friends but keep the old ones, One is silver and the other gold.
*Kiki
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Weight the F?
Dear friends,
Im so silly that I just have to make fun of myself. Im 36 years old. 5" tall and not stick thin. I'm one of those woman that has said that I dont even want to be skinny. Those kind of girls look ill. They look like they need a few big fat cheeseburgers to put some cushion on those biscuits.
And Im also a liar. I would not be telling you the truth if I said I dont want to be skinny. I want that more than I want chocolate!! Wait, obviously thats not true either. Chocolate is my number 3 reason that im not skinny. Number 1&2 reasons are constantly changing. One day its my hubby that cant do anything right so Im so busy working around the house that I cant get to the gym. btw- I say this even after he has cleaned the whole kitchen... #2 is usually whatever excuse I can come up with before i put my Nikes on and can get through the door.. Ive even used the excuse that my toenails feel like they are too long to feel comfortable in my shoes,so I go do some nail trimming, then realize i took so long that I'd only have 15 minutes to actually work out. Oops. I might as well not go. The other reason is obvious.. I have to catch up on the Greys Anatomy shows that I've DVR'd
Weight stinks. Almost everyone I know, atleast all my friends that have kids, will all say that it takes work to be in shape. I think Im just Lazy. Or I could get all psycho babbley about it and say that my inner Kiki wants to be overweight so my hubby will keep his hands to himself at night....Nope. I could be 300 lbs and the man would still be Horny.:) How many times have I said.."Not tonight, I just dont feel pretty".Does this work? Hell no! He looks at me like I'm one big steak and He is R E A L L Y hungry. Fine go ahead.....
My favorite psycho Babble crap is that I better not look toooo good ..or Brian Urlacher from the Chicago Bears might actually want to sleep with me and I would lose all control and commit the ultimate sin. That would really be bad .........for everyone except ME!
Or I might just have to be as pretty on the inside as my smoking hot body and Im really not all that nice. Kidding!
Whatever the reason, Atleast Im not having all of these "skinny bitch" problems. I love myself and my horny hubby!
Now its time for a lil snack....
*Kiki
Im so silly that I just have to make fun of myself. Im 36 years old. 5" tall and not stick thin. I'm one of those woman that has said that I dont even want to be skinny. Those kind of girls look ill. They look like they need a few big fat cheeseburgers to put some cushion on those biscuits.
And Im also a liar. I would not be telling you the truth if I said I dont want to be skinny. I want that more than I want chocolate!! Wait, obviously thats not true either. Chocolate is my number 3 reason that im not skinny. Number 1&2 reasons are constantly changing. One day its my hubby that cant do anything right so Im so busy working around the house that I cant get to the gym. btw- I say this even after he has cleaned the whole kitchen... #2 is usually whatever excuse I can come up with before i put my Nikes on and can get through the door.. Ive even used the excuse that my toenails feel like they are too long to feel comfortable in my shoes,so I go do some nail trimming, then realize i took so long that I'd only have 15 minutes to actually work out. Oops. I might as well not go. The other reason is obvious.. I have to catch up on the Greys Anatomy shows that I've DVR'd
Weight stinks. Almost everyone I know, atleast all my friends that have kids, will all say that it takes work to be in shape. I think Im just Lazy. Or I could get all psycho babbley about it and say that my inner Kiki wants to be overweight so my hubby will keep his hands to himself at night....Nope. I could be 300 lbs and the man would still be Horny.:) How many times have I said.."Not tonight, I just dont feel pretty".Does this work? Hell no! He looks at me like I'm one big steak and He is R E A L L Y hungry. Fine go ahead.....
My favorite psycho Babble crap is that I better not look toooo good ..or Brian Urlacher from the Chicago Bears might actually want to sleep with me and I would lose all control and commit the ultimate sin. That would really be bad .........for everyone except ME!
Or I might just have to be as pretty on the inside as my smoking hot body and Im really not all that nice. Kidding!
Whatever the reason, Atleast Im not having all of these "skinny bitch" problems. I love myself and my horny hubby!
Now its time for a lil snack....
*Kiki
The highly dreaded "Talk"!
Dear Friends,
I decided to start this blog today because I feel that I have a lot to say and Iwas told that a blogger is just someone that needs to vent by getting her crap out there. So here's my Crap......I had to have The "TALK" this past weekend with my 10 year old daughter. I bought some Sparking apple cider, made dinner reservations, dropped her annoying 8 year old brother off at a friends for the night and sent her Dad to work. I was going to do this with STYLE. Well Im not sure thats what happened.
I treated her to not 1 but 2 japanese sodas at the Costly Upscale Japanese resteraunt near us. By the time we saw the Flaming volcano of onions she looked at me like she was going to toss her cookies..Uh Oh! In my head Im freaking out becuz I haven't even mentioned the words "Boobies" or "Vagina" and she's already sick.
I begged for a couple boxes, got her in the car ..and she farts and burps the whole way home. Feeling a little giggly I remind her that we still have to have the TALK...
We got on our PJ's, started to cuddle and I mentioned some changes that might start happening to her soon. I told her that she will develop boobies and her hips might spread a little. Her body makes eggs that will travel to her uterus. Her uterus will have to shed some blood and that led to a bunch of sobbing. I was in shock. I haven't even mentioned a PENIS and she is crying.. Uggh! This was on Sat. night and its now Thurs. In this time she has written a letter to God and asked me to also write one...Which is comical because I feel like she should be upset with Him not me. HE is the Creator of all Things..Even the UTERUS! That WILL shed blood!!
My lil girl is so sweet and sensitive that i need this blog to get out my sarcasm.
Needless to say, the Talk is to be continued for now....
She came in this morning wearing a bra that I had bought her yesterday..Tears streaming down her face. i asked what had happened..?? "I dont want to grow up", "Please dont make me where this thing today.".I asked if any of her friends wear them ,she says yes, I ask who? she says "all of them". "But, Im a lot smaller than them".... sob sob. She won. Took it off, and I said "Tomorrow you will wear it! and you will wear it without any tears"!
*Kiki
I decided to start this blog today because I feel that I have a lot to say and Iwas told that a blogger is just someone that needs to vent by getting her crap out there. So here's my Crap......I had to have The "TALK" this past weekend with my 10 year old daughter. I bought some Sparking apple cider, made dinner reservations, dropped her annoying 8 year old brother off at a friends for the night and sent her Dad to work. I was going to do this with STYLE. Well Im not sure thats what happened.
I treated her to not 1 but 2 japanese sodas at the Costly Upscale Japanese resteraunt near us. By the time we saw the Flaming volcano of onions she looked at me like she was going to toss her cookies..Uh Oh! In my head Im freaking out becuz I haven't even mentioned the words "Boobies" or "Vagina" and she's already sick.
I begged for a couple boxes, got her in the car ..and she farts and burps the whole way home. Feeling a little giggly I remind her that we still have to have the TALK...
We got on our PJ's, started to cuddle and I mentioned some changes that might start happening to her soon. I told her that she will develop boobies and her hips might spread a little. Her body makes eggs that will travel to her uterus. Her uterus will have to shed some blood and that led to a bunch of sobbing. I was in shock. I haven't even mentioned a PENIS and she is crying.. Uggh! This was on Sat. night and its now Thurs. In this time she has written a letter to God and asked me to also write one...Which is comical because I feel like she should be upset with Him not me. HE is the Creator of all Things..Even the UTERUS! That WILL shed blood!!
My lil girl is so sweet and sensitive that i need this blog to get out my sarcasm.
Needless to say, the Talk is to be continued for now....
She came in this morning wearing a bra that I had bought her yesterday..Tears streaming down her face. i asked what had happened..?? "I dont want to grow up", "Please dont make me where this thing today.".I asked if any of her friends wear them ,she says yes, I ask who? she says "all of them". "But, Im a lot smaller than them".... sob sob. She won. Took it off, and I said "Tomorrow you will wear it! and you will wear it without any tears"!
*Kiki
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