Boy do I ever know how to kick off a break!! I got out of school at 1pm on Tuesday. Got home with daughter and hubs and was hanging out. Got Chipotle for dinner and planned how I was going to spend the next couple of days shopping and getting all my Christmas stuff done. I was even planning on going to my dad's house for their Christmas thing (even though he doesn't want to reconcile with me). Wednesday morning I wake up at 4:30 in pain. A lot like the pain I had on Monday morning. Hubs decided it was best to take me to the emergency room. Joy, joy. Turns out my gall bladder looks a LOT like a bag of marbles and they suggested I go ahead and have it out. So by 4:30pm on my FIRST day of Christmas break, I had to have my gall bladder removed. What a way to start Christmas vacation huh?
I am doing better. I am about to go out and do my last little run of Christmas shopping and then I need to start working on getting the house ready to have family here for Christmas dinner. I promise I am going VERY slow and resting between each little task, but there are things that just have to be done.
Peace out my peeps. I hope your Christmases are everything you want them to be.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Every year I hear this song on the radio. I have always wondered what the name of it was. I finally heard it today while I was on my lunch break and looked it up. I often think of several people when I hear this and wonder how each one of them are this time of year. I hope each of you are with the ones you love around the holidays.
"Same Old Lang Syne"
by Dan Fogelberg
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged
Went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I
Saw doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain
"Same Old Lang Syne"
by Dan Fogelberg
Met my old lover in the grocery store
The snow was falling Christmas Eve
I stole behind her in the frozen foods
And I touched her on the sleeve
She didn't recognize the face at first
But then her eyes flew open wide
She went to hug me and she spilled her purse
And we laughed until we cried
We took her groceries to the checkout stand
The food was totaled up and bagged
We stood there lost in our embarrassment
As the conversation dragged
Went to have ourselves a drink or two
But couldn't find an open bar
We bought a six-pack at the liquor store
And we drank it in her car
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how
She said she'd married her an architect
Who kept her warm and safe and dry
She would have liked to say she loved the man
But she didn't like to lie
I said the years had been a friend to her
And that her eyes were still as blue
But in those eyes I wasn't sure if I
Saw doubt or gratitude
She said she saw me in the record stores
And that I must be doing well
I said the audience was heavenly
But the traveling was hell
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to now
And tried to reach beyond the emptiness
But neither one knew how
We drank a toast to innocence
We drank a toast to time
Reliving in our eloquence
Another 'auld lang syne'
The beer was empty and our tongues were tired
And running out of things to say
She gave a kiss to me as I got out
And I watched her drive away
Just for a moment I was back at school
And felt that old familiar pain
And as I turned to make my way back home
The snow turned into rain
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Texan through and through
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Thursday, December 14, 2006
From my sister to our family
Ok...Last night my sister wrote this blog to our family. I thought it good enough to post here. I will be happy to give the "juicy" details of the story as soon as I have time to organize my thoughts.
Family
Current mood: pissed off
I have got the most screwed up family, if you can call it that. Let me just set up the story so no one will be confused. Two years ago my wonderful saint of a father wrote me a letter that I should just pretend that he was dead and that he would rather vomit than get together with me or my older sister for the holidays. That having to pretend to be a family made him sick. All of this, just because we got too busy with our lives and hadn't called him in a while this is how he thought he could make things better. Then he becomes paranoid telling everyone how my sis and I are going around slandering his name and helping people that are out to get him. But truthfully with some of the things we know about him if we had participated I think he would have had a lot more trouble then he did. We had nothing to do with any of it we just took his advice and turned our back. I mean who wants to have a relationship that is so sweet to talk to his kids this way? Now I have had a new baby this year and suddenly I am the evil one because he's going around telling everyone that he is trying so hard to be a family with us just to turn around and
tell us over the phone that he wants nothing to do with us that this is a better situation for him and that we just need to stay away. But we have family getting on to us that we are the ones not trying to make things right. Why would we. I can think of better places that I would rather be at Christmas then in a room full of people that hate my guts. No thank you. The funny thing is, that he so badly wants to form a relationship with my baby but has nothing to do with my 7 year old. Whats that about? And basically says that he can't have anything to do with him because he can't get along with me. Oh wait!! I've heard this one before I believe that is what he told me for not trying to be more of a father, that it was because he just couldn't stand to talk to his exwife(my mom) so he didn't try. And all my 28 years I have had to eat all the shit he has handed me and pretend to love it's taste just to make people happy. Well fuck that, I'm tired of feeling like shit just to make other people feel good. So, I guess I am selfish. Selfish enough to want to be happy and be around people that really do love me and want me to be a part of their life. Selfish enough to protect my family from having to feel rejection when it's not deserved. You're right I am selfish and I always will be. So leave me alone.
I love my sister with all of my heart. She is one of the MOST important people in my life. I am just as protective of her as she is of me. I know part of this was prompted by my call to my dad last night. I will fill you all in later.
Peace out....
Family
Current mood: pissed off
I have got the most screwed up family, if you can call it that. Let me just set up the story so no one will be confused. Two years ago my wonderful saint of a father wrote me a letter that I should just pretend that he was dead and that he would rather vomit than get together with me or my older sister for the holidays. That having to pretend to be a family made him sick. All of this, just because we got too busy with our lives and hadn't called him in a while this is how he thought he could make things better. Then he becomes paranoid telling everyone how my sis and I are going around slandering his name and helping people that are out to get him. But truthfully with some of the things we know about him if we had participated I think he would have had a lot more trouble then he did. We had nothing to do with any of it we just took his advice and turned our back. I mean who wants to have a relationship that is so sweet to talk to his kids this way? Now I have had a new baby this year and suddenly I am the evil one because he's going around telling everyone that he is trying so hard to be a family with us just to turn around and
tell us over the phone that he wants nothing to do with us that this is a better situation for him and that we just need to stay away. But we have family getting on to us that we are the ones not trying to make things right. Why would we. I can think of better places that I would rather be at Christmas then in a room full of people that hate my guts. No thank you. The funny thing is, that he so badly wants to form a relationship with my baby but has nothing to do with my 7 year old. Whats that about? And basically says that he can't have anything to do with him because he can't get along with me. Oh wait!! I've heard this one before I believe that is what he told me for not trying to be more of a father, that it was because he just couldn't stand to talk to his exwife(my mom) so he didn't try. And all my 28 years I have had to eat all the shit he has handed me and pretend to love it's taste just to make people happy. Well fuck that, I'm tired of feeling like shit just to make other people feel good. So, I guess I am selfish. Selfish enough to want to be happy and be around people that really do love me and want me to be a part of their life. Selfish enough to protect my family from having to feel rejection when it's not deserved. You're right I am selfish and I always will be. So leave me alone.
I love my sister with all of my heart. She is one of the MOST important people in my life. I am just as protective of her as she is of me. I know part of this was prompted by my call to my dad last night. I will fill you all in later.
Peace out....
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Friendship
I guess I missed a memo somewhere. It is odd how people can get so close and talk so often and then one day one of them just disappears. Literally, poof, gone. How is it that someone can talk to you every day and share parts of themselves and their lives with you and then they fall off the face of the earth? I understand that people get busy with their lives. I have no issues with that at all. That is just plain normal. What I have a problem with is when someone tells you they will do something and then they done. I know life happens and I am understanding of that.
I guess what I am trying to say is I hate when a friendship dies and NO ONE lets me in on the fact that it died and I should just let it go. Hell, at least tell me if you decide that you are too busy for a friend. Tell me if you aren't going to have ANY time to send a hello email. Tell me if the friendship is OVER.
I keep thinking things are ok and will try for a while to contact someone, but after a while it starts to kind of hurt your feelings like someone is avoiding you. I would just feel better if people were up front and honest instead of "faking it"...and BADLY I might add.
Peace out my peeps...thank you for letting me rant as usual.
I guess what I am trying to say is I hate when a friendship dies and NO ONE lets me in on the fact that it died and I should just let it go. Hell, at least tell me if you decide that you are too busy for a friend. Tell me if you aren't going to have ANY time to send a hello email. Tell me if the friendship is OVER.
I keep thinking things are ok and will try for a while to contact someone, but after a while it starts to kind of hurt your feelings like someone is avoiding you. I would just feel better if people were up front and honest instead of "faking it"...and BADLY I might add.
Peace out my peeps...thank you for letting me rant as usual.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
WHAT TEACHERS MAKE
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Susan.
Be honest. What do you make?"
Susan, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? "I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor. I make kids sit through 40 minute s of study hall in absolute silence. "
"You want to know what I make?
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them show all their work in math and perfect their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you have the brains, and follow your heart, and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you must pay no attention because they just didn't learn."
Susan paused and then continued.
"You want to know what I make?
"I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"
(Sounds just like some of the discussions I have had with my father.)
Peace out my peeps and remember: Teachers make every other profession possible.
He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Susan.
Be honest. What do you make?"
Susan, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make? "I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like the winner of the Congressional Medal of Honor. I make kids sit through 40 minute s of study hall in absolute silence. "
"You want to know what I make?
I make kids wonder.
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them show all their work in math and perfect their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you have the brains, and follow your heart, and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you must pay no attention because they just didn't learn."
Susan paused and then continued.
"You want to know what I make?
"I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make?"
(Sounds just like some of the discussions I have had with my father.)
Peace out my peeps and remember: Teachers make every other profession possible.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
It was a Happy Birthday to me
Hubs did a great job. He got my family together for my birthday to have dinner with us Tuesday night. I got lots of cool stuff and hubs was a sweetheart and got the Bluetooth head set that I wanted so much.
Now as far as the day itself....I think the universe was against me. Every little thing that could go wrong, did go wrong. Nothing too serious, just lots of little things. All day long I just smiled and didn't let it get to me. It was one day out of many. Who cares that Chick-fil-a doesn't open until 6:30 and I am not getting a chicken biscuit on my birthday (one of only like 3-5 days out of the year that I get to have one). Who cares that I got to school early to make copies and the RISO broke on me. Who cares that my neighbor (who is a great friend) too the entire day to call and say Happy Birthday. Who cares that my brother thought my birthday is next month and forgot me. Who cares that my stepmom (the only person I really see as my mom) had to cancel and didn't celebrate with me for the first time in 16 years. Who cares that hubs didn't wrap my fabulous present. Who cares that people close to me just forgot.....Seriously, who cares?? That is the attitude I kept the whole day.
The straw the broke the camel's back was not getting another piece of my cake because it didn't make it out of the neighbor's house and back to me. *sigh*
The funny part was, I don't think it was the cake. I think it was the fact that I didn't talk to my dad who's birthday was Monday. It was the 2nd year in a row that we haven't spoken on our birthdays. It was one of the bonds I had with my dad that no one could take away. It hurts so much to not speak to him. I am so thankful to hubs for understanding and not minimizing my feelings on this. He is the only person I know that doesn't tell me: "It will get easier with time", "He is such an ass, he doesn't deserve you feeling sad about this", and on and on. I know people mean well...but hubs is the only person who really knows how much this kills me.
Peace out my peeps...I hope everyone is having a great day!!
Now as far as the day itself....I think the universe was against me. Every little thing that could go wrong, did go wrong. Nothing too serious, just lots of little things. All day long I just smiled and didn't let it get to me. It was one day out of many. Who cares that Chick-fil-a doesn't open until 6:30 and I am not getting a chicken biscuit on my birthday (one of only like 3-5 days out of the year that I get to have one). Who cares that I got to school early to make copies and the RISO broke on me. Who cares that my neighbor (who is a great friend) too the entire day to call and say Happy Birthday. Who cares that my brother thought my birthday is next month and forgot me. Who cares that my stepmom (the only person I really see as my mom) had to cancel and didn't celebrate with me for the first time in 16 years. Who cares that hubs didn't wrap my fabulous present. Who cares that people close to me just forgot.....Seriously, who cares?? That is the attitude I kept the whole day.
The straw the broke the camel's back was not getting another piece of my cake because it didn't make it out of the neighbor's house and back to me. *sigh*
The funny part was, I don't think it was the cake. I think it was the fact that I didn't talk to my dad who's birthday was Monday. It was the 2nd year in a row that we haven't spoken on our birthdays. It was one of the bonds I had with my dad that no one could take away. It hurts so much to not speak to him. I am so thankful to hubs for understanding and not minimizing my feelings on this. He is the only person I know that doesn't tell me: "It will get easier with time", "He is such an ass, he doesn't deserve you feeling sad about this", and on and on. I know people mean well...but hubs is the only person who really knows how much this kills me.
Peace out my peeps...I hope everyone is having a great day!!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
To my dear Husband
Thank you :-)
Thank you for trying so hard every year to make this day special and nice. I will never be able to tell you how much I appreciate all your efforts. I know you get down on yourself and worry that you aren't doing enough, but you do a wonderful job and I am thankful.
I love you oats and squish your head much! :-)
Thank you for trying so hard every year to make this day special and nice. I will never be able to tell you how much I appreciate all your efforts. I know you get down on yourself and worry that you aren't doing enough, but you do a wonderful job and I am thankful.
I love you oats and squish your head much! :-)
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Lights!!
How cool it is to have the lights up on the house! We didn't think I was going to get them up there this year. We had it all lined up to have someone come and put the lights on, but a $700 repair to the Exlorer ended that. Here is a pic of our beautiful home (Please note that Frosty is back home):
Also...I want to show all of you my beautiful pink Christmas tree. This was a little thing for me with my pink obsession...Hubs was sweet and let me buy it.
Anyway...sleep tight my peeps. I will :-)
Also...I want to show all of you my beautiful pink Christmas tree. This was a little thing for me with my pink obsession...Hubs was sweet and let me buy it.
Anyway...sleep tight my peeps. I will :-)
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