On Sunday Sept 16th, there will be a fun and scenic bike event. It is an event with the Bicycle Federation of Wisconsin, which helps to ensure there are bike paths, lanes, bike access, improved facilities, etc.
It will be a beautiful ride through the cedarburg area and has rides ranging form 11 miles to 62....personally, I will be going for the 16 mile.
It is a fun time and I am personally excited because Cedarburg has been chosen...after the ride you can spend the afternoon strolling through the quaint streets of Cedarburg during wine and Harvest festival, which is only 3 blocks away form the finish line.
If you have never been to this festival, you should take it in this year....A wine stomp, a tour through the settlement, or a visit to the brat tents.
What better excuse to have some nosh....you will have just finished exercising!
I will resort to begging if I don't get any responses this week, just so you know.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Fat-in-the-ass pants for sale!
Barely used, and only slightly worn, are up for grabs size 26 pants. plenty off room for all of your muffintop and junk-in-thy-trunk.
I am packing up another batch of fat-ass clothes, should you or someone you know need some big-booty pants. Perhaps, you too have a ba-donka-donk-donk, or maybe you are planning or making a scarecrow for your front yard?
Anyhow, here is a picture of my pants of yesterday.....XXXXXXX(blog beotch will post picture here)
Don't get me wrong, thye sure were comfy, but when I tried towear them this morning, they looked rather silly.....there was enough room for a diaper and a couple loaves of bread on each hip, so instead I SQUUEZED myself into some 22's and went off to breakfast at Harry's restaurant in Port washington. they actually have an item listed on the menu as "jewish coffecake". They aren't kidding either, a nice slice with the cinamon on top and you'll be kvelling like a jew at his mother's breakfast table!
Anyhow, enjoy this photo of me in my size 18/20 tshirt with the new size 22 shorts. You have been warned before....push-up bra is being worn for 3-d effect.
Have a lovely evening!
I am packing up another batch of fat-ass clothes, should you or someone you know need some big-booty pants. Perhaps, you too have a ba-donka-donk-donk, or maybe you are planning or making a scarecrow for your front yard?
Anyhow, here is a picture of my pants of yesterday.....XXXXXXX(blog beotch will post picture here)
Don't get me wrong, thye sure were comfy, but when I tried towear them this morning, they looked rather silly.....there was enough room for a diaper and a couple loaves of bread on each hip, so instead I SQUUEZED myself into some 22's and went off to breakfast at Harry's restaurant in Port washington. they actually have an item listed on the menu as "jewish coffecake". They aren't kidding either, a nice slice with the cinamon on top and you'll be kvelling like a jew at his mother's breakfast table!
Anyhow, enjoy this photo of me in my size 18/20 tshirt with the new size 22 shorts. You have been warned before....push-up bra is being worn for 3-d effect.
Have a lovely evening!
Friday, August 24, 2007
My husband is growing a muffin top
Okay, now don't think I am cruel, but is is possible that my husband has been nesting a bit too much, like most stay-at-homes do. It seems he is starting to fall prey to the "lemme finish that for you" syndrome that happens when you are around kids.
It goes a little bit like this:
"Oh, you can't finish your little cheeseburger? I'll finish for you." Insert any given food item interchangeably, and the mom or dad who stays home will "finish it off".
He is neither flabby or unattractive, mind you...quite the opposite, he is a little bit cuter, but of course we could all stand to slim down. I think it is just that settling -in -to -your -new -job -as a- mom kind of weight.
To be fair, this "pregnancy" ( the adoptive one, that is) is HIS turn to stay home and lounge around, gaining weight little by little.
In related news, I think he hasn't had a shower in about 4 days, and he is in desperate need of a haircut.
You may be thinking he is lazy, or letting himself go, but again, I think it is that 'mom is too busy to get a shower" syndrome that those of us who have stayed home with kiddles know about.
So basically, he is a little squishy, a little shaggy, and a tad stinko.
I still think he's adorable and oh so very scrumptious to nibble on.
Strange enough, he looks good no matter what. Damn him and his cute little eyelashes.
It goes a little bit like this:
"Oh, you can't finish your little cheeseburger? I'll finish for you." Insert any given food item interchangeably, and the mom or dad who stays home will "finish it off".
He is neither flabby or unattractive, mind you...quite the opposite, he is a little bit cuter, but of course we could all stand to slim down. I think it is just that settling -in -to -your -new -job -as a- mom kind of weight.
To be fair, this "pregnancy" ( the adoptive one, that is) is HIS turn to stay home and lounge around, gaining weight little by little.
In related news, I think he hasn't had a shower in about 4 days, and he is in desperate need of a haircut.
You may be thinking he is lazy, or letting himself go, but again, I think it is that 'mom is too busy to get a shower" syndrome that those of us who have stayed home with kiddles know about.
So basically, he is a little squishy, a little shaggy, and a tad stinko.
I still think he's adorable and oh so very scrumptious to nibble on.
Strange enough, he looks good no matter what. Damn him and his cute little eyelashes.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Dogs, the excuse to make nice.
Hey there everyone in bloglandia.
we just came home from the greyhound social in port washington. Twas a lovely evening. We had a nice little dinner at our favorite supper club, Newport Shores. The night concert and gathering were only a block away, right on the lake.
It was nice schmoozing with the fellow grey-lovers and there were also lots of night time boogie-get-down types enjoying their beers and other libations.
Devlin is such a rare type of greyhound, that he really steals the show every time we have a get together.
In other news, I had a good time with a complete stranger. there was an older woman in a wheel chair with oxygen and she was down at the concert with who I can only guess was her home-care nurse-type person. the person who I am guessing was the nurse or caretaker was busy off on the pier with her date. i just wanted to say hello and not have her sitting there all alone and lonesome.
Of course dogs are a great way to walk up to a complete stranger and start up a conversation.
So, I wandered over and asked her if she would like to meet him. Of course, Devy is pretty irresistible, so instead of spending the evening with the other grey owners, I spent it with "Debra", hanging out with Devlin, and watching Jane go down a great big stwisty slide over, and over, and over again.
Just when you think a nice evening couldn't get any better, a schoolmate of Abigail's showed up. (Caleb)
Caleb is s really great kid, and given half a chance we would gladly add him to the messer-bunch. He comes from a single-mom household and you can tell he is sort of shuffled around from relative to relative rather often. Apparently, he was the class bully in kindergarten. Unfortunately, his reputation as "trouble" seems to have spread, and he is not really invited to all the other kids' parties, on play dates, etc.
Personally, we think it is a bunch of bull, so instead, he has quickly become great friends with Abby. Of course it is sometime hard to understand (when you are 6) why your friend can be so 'naughty".
Abby was a little trepidatious about becoming friends with him at first, because he really could act up, but we just explained that he acts that way for attention and that no one really ever showed him how to act any other way. As a result, her kindness and patience have grown on Caleb....He's had dinner with us, hung out at our house, and even borrowed Abby's Sponge Bob PJ's after an evening of wackiness.
As the night wore on, more and more greyhound owners wandered over by Devlin, Debra, and I. What followed really warmed my heart and broke it a little bit. Debra was so taken with the dogs and the attention and human interaction you could see she was really choked up. She took a couple pictures with us and with the other doggies. She really started loving on devy, and she also got to meet Mallory and really seemed to enjoy seeing such a cute baby goo and gah back and forth with her. (Mallory seems to have mastered saying "What?!" this week.)
When I say it made me a little sad, I guess it is because I just wanted to stay there and talk to her a bit longer. It may seem silly, but is was nice to just connect with another person...all she really needed was the same thing we all want, a little lub and some nice company to talk to.
It was getting late, the baby needed her bed, and it was time to head home. Caleb was leaving with some realtive or neighbor (not sure who she was, exactly) and the girls had been playing on the jungle gym for about 2 hours.
I said goodbye to Debra and helped her put on her sweater before we left. It was getting chilly by the lakfront, and I just wanted to give her a little hug before we parted ways.
Well, that's the news in Lake Wobegon, where all the children are happy.
Goodnight Debra, it was nice to meet you.
we just came home from the greyhound social in port washington. Twas a lovely evening. We had a nice little dinner at our favorite supper club, Newport Shores. The night concert and gathering were only a block away, right on the lake.
It was nice schmoozing with the fellow grey-lovers and there were also lots of night time boogie-get-down types enjoying their beers and other libations.
Devlin is such a rare type of greyhound, that he really steals the show every time we have a get together.
In other news, I had a good time with a complete stranger. there was an older woman in a wheel chair with oxygen and she was down at the concert with who I can only guess was her home-care nurse-type person. the person who I am guessing was the nurse or caretaker was busy off on the pier with her date. i just wanted to say hello and not have her sitting there all alone and lonesome.
Of course dogs are a great way to walk up to a complete stranger and start up a conversation.
So, I wandered over and asked her if she would like to meet him. Of course, Devy is pretty irresistible, so instead of spending the evening with the other grey owners, I spent it with "Debra", hanging out with Devlin, and watching Jane go down a great big stwisty slide over, and over, and over again.
Just when you think a nice evening couldn't get any better, a schoolmate of Abigail's showed up. (Caleb)
Caleb is s really great kid, and given half a chance we would gladly add him to the messer-bunch. He comes from a single-mom household and you can tell he is sort of shuffled around from relative to relative rather often. Apparently, he was the class bully in kindergarten. Unfortunately, his reputation as "trouble" seems to have spread, and he is not really invited to all the other kids' parties, on play dates, etc.
Personally, we think it is a bunch of bull, so instead, he has quickly become great friends with Abby. Of course it is sometime hard to understand (when you are 6) why your friend can be so 'naughty".
Abby was a little trepidatious about becoming friends with him at first, because he really could act up, but we just explained that he acts that way for attention and that no one really ever showed him how to act any other way. As a result, her kindness and patience have grown on Caleb....He's had dinner with us, hung out at our house, and even borrowed Abby's Sponge Bob PJ's after an evening of wackiness.
As the night wore on, more and more greyhound owners wandered over by Devlin, Debra, and I. What followed really warmed my heart and broke it a little bit. Debra was so taken with the dogs and the attention and human interaction you could see she was really choked up. She took a couple pictures with us and with the other doggies. She really started loving on devy, and she also got to meet Mallory and really seemed to enjoy seeing such a cute baby goo and gah back and forth with her. (Mallory seems to have mastered saying "What?!" this week.)
When I say it made me a little sad, I guess it is because I just wanted to stay there and talk to her a bit longer. It may seem silly, but is was nice to just connect with another person...all she really needed was the same thing we all want, a little lub and some nice company to talk to.
It was getting late, the baby needed her bed, and it was time to head home. Caleb was leaving with some realtive or neighbor (not sure who she was, exactly) and the girls had been playing on the jungle gym for about 2 hours.
I said goodbye to Debra and helped her put on her sweater before we left. It was getting chilly by the lakfront, and I just wanted to give her a little hug before we parted ways.
Well, that's the news in Lake Wobegon, where all the children are happy.
Goodnight Debra, it was nice to meet you.
this just in...
I woke up about 20 minutes ago.
my husband has informed me that I am a "prickly pear"this morning.
I have been told that if I were a pear at the grocery and he were a hand, he would put me back in the pile this morning and pick a pear that would not prickle his paw.
I growled , and we giggled.
aren't the Messerrman's weird?
smooches to my furgzilla, I promise to remove my porcupine quills as soon as i finish waking up.
I need my coffee now.
my husband has informed me that I am a "prickly pear"this morning.
I have been told that if I were a pear at the grocery and he were a hand, he would put me back in the pile this morning and pick a pear that would not prickle his paw.
I growled , and we giggled.
aren't the Messerrman's weird?
smooches to my furgzilla, I promise to remove my porcupine quills as soon as i finish waking up.
I need my coffee now.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
And now for something NOT depressing!
We will be licensed foster parents by the state in less than 4 months! That means we could be getting to know some kids who need a home very, very soon.
I would think that for the majority of american kids, having a "forever home" before another xmas passes would be very important. My sources say this is indeed a distinct possibility.
I was talking to furgzilla last night and was wondering how the whole "xmas" and channukah thing would pan out in our house...the kids we would be interested are not coming from a jewish home, so I guess we would celebrate both for no, until they are old enough to understand the whold dealio.....bonus! twice the presents, twice the excuse to get spoiled rotten, right?
In other news....
I am getting my first promotion next week, and will also be moving up the sbux ladder again in the near future. I look forward to my new duties, and getting to know more about the business itself.
Also, THERE WILL BE ANOTHER COFFEE SEMINAR ON 8-30 FROM 7-8PM AT THE GERMANTOWN STARBUCKS.
Anyone interested, is welcome, let me know so that I can plan for you to be there. It helps to have more people there...the more the merrier, you know!
Lastly, I had a lovely time at Ikea browsing for bunkbeds on Tuesday.
smootchies and have a great day
I would think that for the majority of american kids, having a "forever home" before another xmas passes would be very important. My sources say this is indeed a distinct possibility.
I was talking to furgzilla last night and was wondering how the whole "xmas" and channukah thing would pan out in our house...the kids we would be interested are not coming from a jewish home, so I guess we would celebrate both for no, until they are old enough to understand the whold dealio.....bonus! twice the presents, twice the excuse to get spoiled rotten, right?
In other news....
I am getting my first promotion next week, and will also be moving up the sbux ladder again in the near future. I look forward to my new duties, and getting to know more about the business itself.
Also, THERE WILL BE ANOTHER COFFEE SEMINAR ON 8-30 FROM 7-8PM AT THE GERMANTOWN STARBUCKS.
Anyone interested, is welcome, let me know so that I can plan for you to be there. It helps to have more people there...the more the merrier, you know!
Lastly, I had a lovely time at Ikea browsing for bunkbeds on Tuesday.
smootchies and have a great day
Monday, August 13, 2007
Adoption update
Well, Wednesday came and went.
No news, no call back from the birth mother. NO big surprise really, considering that i knew she had put off facing the reality of her situation and it's ramifications for this long.
i don't care to rehash the play-by-play details of the conversation i had with her on Friday simply because I believe the more you replay and relive any situation that is negative or undesirable only bring you more of the same.
Additionally, after having the 20 minute conversation, I left feeling physically sick and emotionally drained.
For those of you watching and waiting to hear the news, here is a list of the gory details I learned last Friday:
No news, no call back from the birth mother. NO big surprise really, considering that i knew she had put off facing the reality of her situation and it's ramifications for this long.
i don't care to rehash the play-by-play details of the conversation i had with her on Friday simply because I believe the more you replay and relive any situation that is negative or undesirable only bring you more of the same.
Additionally, after having the 20 minute conversation, I left feeling physically sick and emotionally drained.
For those of you watching and waiting to hear the news, here is a list of the gory details I learned last Friday:
- She might be getting evicted in 5 days.
- there are two warrants out for her arrest.....one for crashing her car into some public place, the second is for not paying her (most recent) drunk driving ticket.
- She just beat her cat before coming to work because "the damn thing pissed in the house again"
- She would NOT be giving the twins to her sister because " that crazy bitch has too many goddamned kids"
and last, but not least......
She thinks she "might want to keep them now, because, you know, twins are just kind of cool!"
How lovely!
Obviously, logic and common sense do not apply here.
What is done is done, she will do what she wants to do, and the babies will more than likely suffer as a result. I would imagine that eventually the state will have to step in and remove them from her custody. apparently, she is supposed to be in jail for one of the warrants. Not to mention, a person who beats an animal just shy of killing it is probably not going to be such a quiet caretaker of a crying newborn...much less TWO kids.
Jeff and I have decided that we will not be taking anymore chances with our family for now. It is entirely possible that this chapter to be coming to a close, but only time will reveal the answers. Should these kids end up "in the system", it is also possible that we could be the family who ultimately makes a home for them.
As difficult as it is to know what she has chosen to do, we can hope that all will be well for the children. I have a pretty good feeling that the charm of "having twins" will soon lose it's lustre.
It is simply unfortunate that kids are taken along for the ride.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
I've put it off for long enough
well, it has been put off for long enough, and now I will finally do it....
By special request:
BURPY, BURPY, BURPY, BURPY, BURT. Walrus, walrus, burt, burt, BURT.
Your'e welcome, and goodnight.
By special request:
BURPY, BURPY, BURPY, BURPY, BURT. Walrus, walrus, burt, burt, BURT.
Your'e welcome, and goodnight.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Wednesday is a big day
Tomorrow is Wednesday and with it comes some big news.
I called up the birth mother on Sunday, and asked her to let me know if she had made a decision regarding the babies.
It seems this weekend was the weekend one of her sisters was getting married, so just about anyone who had an opinion and wanted to voice it to her would be doing it this weekend.
In a nutshell, she was going to take the weekend and the next two days to figure out what it is she wants to do.
I may sound harsh or calloused, but why in the world would someone who thinks they don't want to parent ONE infant decide to change their mind, simply because there are twins now. 2 babies are certainly not easier than one...especially 2 babies at the same time. Of course twins are usually smaller, so that makes them even more difficult to care for.
I know there is no logic to it, and it does not help to even try to figure out what is going on in her mind, but WHY would twins suddenly make someone think it would be a good idea to keep them.
Okay, I have officially vented and am done now.
Anyhow, she told me to call her around 230 on Wednesday. So it is now about 9 pm on Tuesday. I just want to know what she wants to do....Even so, she could"decide" to give the babies up now, and just as easily change her mind 1 week or 2 months from now, or right after they are born, right?
I think Jeff has pretty much washed his hands of it....I guess this is the downside to knowing the birth mother and having an "open" adoption... when it is an anonymous or closed adoption, you don't really have so much worry that they are going to show up at your doorstep and suddenly ask for the baby back.
Whatever she says tomorrow will help me decide what to do....either way, it is not just up to me. I have a hubby and kids who stand to be hurt in this situation if it were to go foul. I remain hopeful, but am unwilling to take any chances when it comes to this family.
let's face it....she is going to do whatever she wants to do with these kids and nothing I can say will change her mind.
there are always other options....of course there are so many kids out there waiting for a family. Seems a shame to see 2 little babies have to go through what I already know her first child (who no longer lives with her) has gone through.
Tomorrow is a big day. And it very well may be the end of this 'pregnancy' Jeff and I have been going through together. already I feel such a loss.
I could say it is easy to walk away now, and not have the pain of knowing these kids personally but it would not be true.
Christ, how in the heck am I going to sleep at night if all I can do is wonder if they are crying all night long, waiting for someone to pick them up.
Unfortunately, I KNOW this is how she raised the first baby, so now I have the picture in my mind of 2 little 5 or 6 pound babies screaming for hours. I wish I had not pictured it, but I have, and now I don't know where to put that picture.
I can't even watch the news, and that is about people I don't even know. I can actulally say it HURTS to watch the news when all they are showing is people suffering and hurting one another.
I know there is nothing I can do, and I know it is not my responsibility. That just doesn't make it any less painful to think of them being anywhere but in a safe, loving home.
I have to remember that wahteveris going to be is going to be. I am going to bed, and hopefully, this worrying is going to be put to rest as well.
I called up the birth mother on Sunday, and asked her to let me know if she had made a decision regarding the babies.
It seems this weekend was the weekend one of her sisters was getting married, so just about anyone who had an opinion and wanted to voice it to her would be doing it this weekend.
In a nutshell, she was going to take the weekend and the next two days to figure out what it is she wants to do.
I may sound harsh or calloused, but why in the world would someone who thinks they don't want to parent ONE infant decide to change their mind, simply because there are twins now. 2 babies are certainly not easier than one...especially 2 babies at the same time. Of course twins are usually smaller, so that makes them even more difficult to care for.
I know there is no logic to it, and it does not help to even try to figure out what is going on in her mind, but WHY would twins suddenly make someone think it would be a good idea to keep them.
Okay, I have officially vented and am done now.
Anyhow, she told me to call her around 230 on Wednesday. So it is now about 9 pm on Tuesday. I just want to know what she wants to do....Even so, she could"decide" to give the babies up now, and just as easily change her mind 1 week or 2 months from now, or right after they are born, right?
I think Jeff has pretty much washed his hands of it....I guess this is the downside to knowing the birth mother and having an "open" adoption... when it is an anonymous or closed adoption, you don't really have so much worry that they are going to show up at your doorstep and suddenly ask for the baby back.
Whatever she says tomorrow will help me decide what to do....either way, it is not just up to me. I have a hubby and kids who stand to be hurt in this situation if it were to go foul. I remain hopeful, but am unwilling to take any chances when it comes to this family.
let's face it....she is going to do whatever she wants to do with these kids and nothing I can say will change her mind.
there are always other options....of course there are so many kids out there waiting for a family. Seems a shame to see 2 little babies have to go through what I already know her first child (who no longer lives with her) has gone through.
Tomorrow is a big day. And it very well may be the end of this 'pregnancy' Jeff and I have been going through together. already I feel such a loss.
I could say it is easy to walk away now, and not have the pain of knowing these kids personally but it would not be true.
Christ, how in the heck am I going to sleep at night if all I can do is wonder if they are crying all night long, waiting for someone to pick them up.
Unfortunately, I KNOW this is how she raised the first baby, so now I have the picture in my mind of 2 little 5 or 6 pound babies screaming for hours. I wish I had not pictured it, but I have, and now I don't know where to put that picture.
I can't even watch the news, and that is about people I don't even know. I can actulally say it HURTS to watch the news when all they are showing is people suffering and hurting one another.
I know there is nothing I can do, and I know it is not my responsibility. That just doesn't make it any less painful to think of them being anywhere but in a safe, loving home.
I have to remember that wahteveris going to be is going to be. I am going to bed, and hopefully, this worrying is going to be put to rest as well.
Monday, August 6, 2007
UPDATE: dad comes to our house
Well, We decided that since our last meeting with my dad went so well, we would have him over to our house.
About 3 weeks ago, we met him and Marilyn (his wife) at IHOP for breakfast....everything went rather nicely and there wasn't anything negative at all about our meeting.
We called back and forth a couple of times, and decided to have him over.
Well, as I remember, my dad has been notoriously LATE for everything you can think of, including his own wedding to Marilyn.
Marilyn says he is running on "Mexico" time. Tito and I were very used to this as kids. When we would decide to go on vacation, all we would hear for days in advance was: "you guys better be up, ready and have the car packed up by 5 am, because we are hauling outta here EARLY!"
Well, Tito and I would be up, dressed, have breakfast, have all our stuff ready and get and just sit on the couch before 5 am because we knew better.
Something would ALWAYS come up...someone would call from a job he was working on, or he would have to stop at a store for something.
The hours would pass, and we would just sit there waiting to leave....my dad would be running around, telling us we better be ready to go when he got back.
My brother and I would make a little bet on when we thought we would REALLY pull out of the driveway...would it be 8 am, or closer to noon? we never really knew for sure, but my dad would be all stressed out because he never seemed to get things started at his proposed time.
So, anyhow, we had planned for him to come over around 3pm....I set out my usual "guests are coming over" spread on the table..fruit, dip, chips, veggies, etc.
I told Jeff I was wondering what time he would REALLY show up....either 15 minutes early or 2 hours late.
Well, 3 came and passed, 5 rolled around, and at this point, I was getting a little hungry, and so were the kids.
I called his cell phone,and what ensued was a hilarious version of my dad not getting somewhere at the right time.
"oh, I got al little delayed, and then Marilyn told me it was Sunday, and not Saturday, and I told her, "no", it's Saturday. She went to the church, and now I can't leave without her or she will get upset! I feel so bad, oh geez! I TOLD her it was today, and now these people from Peru won't leave the house, they stopped over, and I didn't know they were coming! Can we still come over, are the kids okay, are they getting to hungry, oh, geez, I told her it was today, how am I gonna get these people to leave my house, they are from Peru, and, ah, ah, ah, oh shit!"
At this point I am laughing my butt off because nearly 10 years have passed and it seems something have not changed a bit.
Jeff is constantly making fun of me for not getting from point A to point B without making 3 stops in between. I'll tell him I get off of work at 5 and I will be home at 530, and sure enough, I'll decide to stop at target to pick up some diapers and parer towels. Next thing you know, I am rolling into the driveway at 645 pm.
I guess it runs in the genes?
Well, back to the story.....
It is nearly 545 pm and my dad is calling from his cell phone because, of course my rod is closed for construction about 1 mile from my house. another delay, and he is all worked up...now by this time, I am sure he has taken his big truck off road to get through the closed road and is speeding down the road. He gets here about 10 minutes later an is all apologies...I am not upset, I am just laughing to myself because it is just another funny thing about my dad. NO matter how hard he tries, he is ALWAYS, always, ALWAYS going to be late.
They came in at sat down, we had a really good time. Jeff was practically on the floor laughing form all the strange similarities and wacky stories we were telling. all the fruit and cheese got eaten, the beers were gone, and we had a little wine too. I thought for sure, they would just stay for an hour, but they did not leave until about 10 pm.
It was nice to hear all the updates on everyone. I had not even talked to my brother for over 3 years...last I knew he had one kid, now he has 3, just like we do. A couple people have gotten married and divorced, this neighbor moved away, another person did this, and so on.
I really enjoyed my time with them, and the best part was that neither one of them ever said anything judgemental or asked "why" I had decided not to talk to them for all these years..they just wanted to hang out with us.
So, they left and jeff laughed at me...
"So THAT'S where you get your strange quirks from!"
Yep, that old guy is pretty funny, and all the old garbage seems to have found it's place....not in the present.
About 3 weeks ago, we met him and Marilyn (his wife) at IHOP for breakfast....everything went rather nicely and there wasn't anything negative at all about our meeting.
We called back and forth a couple of times, and decided to have him over.
Well, as I remember, my dad has been notoriously LATE for everything you can think of, including his own wedding to Marilyn.
Marilyn says he is running on "Mexico" time. Tito and I were very used to this as kids. When we would decide to go on vacation, all we would hear for days in advance was: "you guys better be up, ready and have the car packed up by 5 am, because we are hauling outta here EARLY!"
Well, Tito and I would be up, dressed, have breakfast, have all our stuff ready and get and just sit on the couch before 5 am because we knew better.
Something would ALWAYS come up...someone would call from a job he was working on, or he would have to stop at a store for something.
The hours would pass, and we would just sit there waiting to leave....my dad would be running around, telling us we better be ready to go when he got back.
My brother and I would make a little bet on when we thought we would REALLY pull out of the driveway...would it be 8 am, or closer to noon? we never really knew for sure, but my dad would be all stressed out because he never seemed to get things started at his proposed time.
So, anyhow, we had planned for him to come over around 3pm....I set out my usual "guests are coming over" spread on the table..fruit, dip, chips, veggies, etc.
I told Jeff I was wondering what time he would REALLY show up....either 15 minutes early or 2 hours late.
Well, 3 came and passed, 5 rolled around, and at this point, I was getting a little hungry, and so were the kids.
I called his cell phone,and what ensued was a hilarious version of my dad not getting somewhere at the right time.
"oh, I got al little delayed, and then Marilyn told me it was Sunday, and not Saturday, and I told her, "no", it's Saturday. She went to the church, and now I can't leave without her or she will get upset! I feel so bad, oh geez! I TOLD her it was today, and now these people from Peru won't leave the house, they stopped over, and I didn't know they were coming! Can we still come over, are the kids okay, are they getting to hungry, oh, geez, I told her it was today, how am I gonna get these people to leave my house, they are from Peru, and, ah, ah, ah, oh shit!"
At this point I am laughing my butt off because nearly 10 years have passed and it seems something have not changed a bit.
Jeff is constantly making fun of me for not getting from point A to point B without making 3 stops in between. I'll tell him I get off of work at 5 and I will be home at 530, and sure enough, I'll decide to stop at target to pick up some diapers and parer towels. Next thing you know, I am rolling into the driveway at 645 pm.
I guess it runs in the genes?
Well, back to the story.....
It is nearly 545 pm and my dad is calling from his cell phone because, of course my rod is closed for construction about 1 mile from my house. another delay, and he is all worked up...now by this time, I am sure he has taken his big truck off road to get through the closed road and is speeding down the road. He gets here about 10 minutes later an is all apologies...I am not upset, I am just laughing to myself because it is just another funny thing about my dad. NO matter how hard he tries, he is ALWAYS, always, ALWAYS going to be late.
They came in at sat down, we had a really good time. Jeff was practically on the floor laughing form all the strange similarities and wacky stories we were telling. all the fruit and cheese got eaten, the beers were gone, and we had a little wine too. I thought for sure, they would just stay for an hour, but they did not leave until about 10 pm.
It was nice to hear all the updates on everyone. I had not even talked to my brother for over 3 years...last I knew he had one kid, now he has 3, just like we do. A couple people have gotten married and divorced, this neighbor moved away, another person did this, and so on.
I really enjoyed my time with them, and the best part was that neither one of them ever said anything judgemental or asked "why" I had decided not to talk to them for all these years..they just wanted to hang out with us.
So, they left and jeff laughed at me...
"So THAT'S where you get your strange quirks from!"
Yep, that old guy is pretty funny, and all the old garbage seems to have found it's place....not in the present.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
another fear vanquished, new goal attained
In other news, I had my usual Wednesday workout last night. It includes swimming and body pump.
here's the great news, however insignificant it may seem to some.
I swam with my face in the water while doing some laps.
Hooray for getting over that silly old claustrophobia feeling!
Now I can finally start working on the timing and rhythm of breathing while have my face in the water. boy. does it ever make you faster.
Cross another goal off the list. Only 3 or 4 more to go!
here's the great news, however insignificant it may seem to some.
I swam with my face in the water while doing some laps.
Hooray for getting over that silly old claustrophobia feeling!
Now I can finally start working on the timing and rhythm of breathing while have my face in the water. boy. does it ever make you faster.
Cross another goal off the list. Only 3 or 4 more to go!
Son of a bisquick.
hey.
remember last post?
pretty darn happy and amazing, right?
Well, I can't say the same about today.
I had an eerie feeling that the birth mother was having second thoughts today, so I went by her work today on my break. Don't ask me why or how, I just sort of "knew".
Once again, my freaky premonition was correct.
Seems some of her family memebers are trying to talk her out of it and are trying to tell her to "keep the babies in the family until she would WANT them"
Pretty fucked up....sorry again for the language, but I think I have gone through all the stages of grieving in one short day. I am all the way back to a mixture of "acceptance" and "anger" right now.
Anyhow, Jeff and I had very different reactions...his was more of a "lets not get anymore involved or invested in this emotionally"
I feel more like I KNOW she knows we are the best option for these babies, and we should proceed as we were and just EXPECT the best.
I am a big believer in the law of attraction and quantum physics...sometimes to the point of seeming aloof at the everyday concerns and worries most people have everyday. I chooose to think and believe that it is easy and possible to create what you want in your life throught these somewhat equally simple and baffling concepts.
Some people think it is a bunch of hoo-ha, but I would like to point out that I feel I am living about 90 percent of what I consider to be my "best life". The rest is on it's way very soon. Sometime I say to Jeff that I want a certain thing to happen by a certain date, and strangely,(or not)I'll be darned if it doessn't happen, just as it was visualized. Go ahead and think this sound nuts, but some lady did just about the same thing and wrote it down in a book called "the secret" and next thing you know she's on the bestseller list and appearing on Oprah several times.
All the things people want in life are truly possible, and I will continue to believe that these children will arrive peacefully and easily to our home, as newborns, directly from the hospital.
I am sure some of you may be worrying or thinking, "don't get in so deep that you will be hurt if it does not work out"
Simply put, I want those children to have a loving happy home to grow in, and we are ready to recieve them, as soon as they are ready to come into our world.
Think positive thoughts for us and help us to bring those little cuties home to a family they deserve to have from their first day on the outside! Believe in it, or not, but send some positiive energy out into the universe, and let's see if this dream can come to fruition.
Thanks for reading,
Peace and harmony to all my peeps!
remember last post?
pretty darn happy and amazing, right?
Well, I can't say the same about today.
I had an eerie feeling that the birth mother was having second thoughts today, so I went by her work today on my break. Don't ask me why or how, I just sort of "knew".
Once again, my freaky premonition was correct.
Seems some of her family memebers are trying to talk her out of it and are trying to tell her to "keep the babies in the family until she would WANT them"
Pretty fucked up....sorry again for the language, but I think I have gone through all the stages of grieving in one short day. I am all the way back to a mixture of "acceptance" and "anger" right now.
Anyhow, Jeff and I had very different reactions...his was more of a "lets not get anymore involved or invested in this emotionally"
I feel more like I KNOW she knows we are the best option for these babies, and we should proceed as we were and just EXPECT the best.
I am a big believer in the law of attraction and quantum physics...sometimes to the point of seeming aloof at the everyday concerns and worries most people have everyday. I chooose to think and believe that it is easy and possible to create what you want in your life throught these somewhat equally simple and baffling concepts.
Some people think it is a bunch of hoo-ha, but I would like to point out that I feel I am living about 90 percent of what I consider to be my "best life". The rest is on it's way very soon. Sometime I say to Jeff that I want a certain thing to happen by a certain date, and strangely,(or not)I'll be darned if it doessn't happen, just as it was visualized. Go ahead and think this sound nuts, but some lady did just about the same thing and wrote it down in a book called "the secret" and next thing you know she's on the bestseller list and appearing on Oprah several times.
All the things people want in life are truly possible, and I will continue to believe that these children will arrive peacefully and easily to our home, as newborns, directly from the hospital.
I am sure some of you may be worrying or thinking, "don't get in so deep that you will be hurt if it does not work out"
Simply put, I want those children to have a loving happy home to grow in, and we are ready to recieve them, as soon as they are ready to come into our world.
Think positive thoughts for us and help us to bring those little cuties home to a family they deserve to have from their first day on the outside! Believe in it, or not, but send some positiive energy out into the universe, and let's see if this dream can come to fruition.
Thanks for reading,
Peace and harmony to all my peeps!
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