Wednesday, May 14, 2014

62 Years

 Today I had a patient and his wife come in and they were ( as they say in the south ) "cuttin up" making me laugh and having such a great time. You could tell they were each others best friend. They didn't have to tell me they were married and in love. You could just tell. Turns out he is fighting cancer and he is " ready to be rid of it" as he said. We chatted a bit more about Veronica Lake and how my hair resembled hers today. As his wife left the drawing room she shouted back, " Be careful Veronica, he'll flirt with you!" Her husband and I laughed, and he whispered, " I would never...We have been married 62 years." I was in such awe. That's longer than some lifetimes. Not only that, but after all that time they could still have fun together. If there is one thing I want more than my children to stay healthy and happy, it's to find and grow old with my best friend. Not only that, but have fun doing it 62 years later.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Pool Catastrophe

So when I have a day off , like most people, I like to do things I enjoy or get stuff done around the house.
 According to the lovely secretary, at the office, the pool in our complex was due to open this past weekend. I look down from my balcony this morning, there is glistening clean water in the pool. It's a go. A pool day with me and my boys. I get the boys pumped for the pool, get our towels, floaties and WWE style wrestle sunblock on my pale babies and get an even amount of the same toys so there is no fighting. Got my sunglasses and two piece on ! We are READY!

 NOPE! Not really. We get  to the pool and the lovely sign on the gate says, " POOL CLOSED" . Surely this means we have arrived too early and they havent unlocked it yet. So we mosey on into the office a few feet away and ask the manager what time the pool opens. " Not until Memorial Day weekend"she proceeds to tell me. I say, " come again.." Apparently they need an inspection on the repairs made and the inspector is not available til the 24th. That's all good and great , but explain that to a 2 and 4 year old/ The 2 and 4 year old I had to coax, wrestle and bribe to put sunscreen on, explain to them that we weren't going swimming in the pool that was RIGHT THERE with the glistening clean water. You can't is the bottom line.
   Oh the joy that came next as we walked back to the house,and past the pool. I get kids should not get their way all the time, but when it's someone else's fault as to why they aren't getting their way, you can't help but understand that they just don't understand.
 So quick mommy mode brain went  into overdrive on how to get these kids happy and fast. They were SET on a pool. Luckily there are several complexes in the area that have pools and my friend Brent lives at one. So I shot him a quick text while he was at work, we went swimming and all was well with the world.
 Til we got home and it was cranky tantrum central. Another story for another day.
Thanks for saving the day Brent!!!

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Freshman Lil Lady

So being the "great" mom that I am , I put on "pongo" AKA 101 Dalmatians on for the boys so I could blog real quick LOL...  NO judging!!

 What some of you don't know is I've raised my sister the past 5 years. It is a weird relationship most don't get , between her and I. Mom first, Sister second , friend last , but all rolled into one. So her nickname has become " the lil lady" .
  Any who... She just finished her freshman year of college and busted her butt all year to get A's is every class. Words cannot describe how proud I am of her. Not only has she done well this school year, but managed to land an internship in NY straight out of her freshman year. I am telling you people , this girl is unstoppable once she puts her mind to it.
 I moved her into her college apartment 9 months ago and yesterday I had the pleasure of moving her out. I detest moving, but you pretty much do anything for your kids. Time has definitely flown.

 Packed the jeep started to head out and was blocked in by a truck and trailer. Asking this man to move his truck was apparently the equivalent to having his left arm chewed off. After being yelled at by this man who had many choice names/ words for us ,and speaking to the police { ya that bad} we were finally off. He actually called us F@#$%ing rednecks and he himself was missing teeth. I'll let you ponder that for a second. ;)

What the lil lady didn't know was I was surprising her with getting our "sister" tattoos. It's a line from an E.E. Cummings poem " I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)". She had done so well this year I couldn't resist but give her this gift. When we pulled up to the shop she flipped out and was so stoked!
The poem has such meaning behind it for us.
I got " I carry your heart with me " She got " ... I carry it in my heart" When we stand next to each other it reads as one line.
So in closing I will leave you with the poem that describes our love for each other that no one really gets, but somehow understands .

I carry your heart with me( I carry it in my heart) 
I am never without it(anywhere I go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
 I fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)
I want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart(I carry it in my heart)
~ E.E. Cummings

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

The crazy cut

It's been about a year since I last posted , due to many life changes that have gone on in my family's life. One being separation from my husband of 6 years in August of 2013.  Out of respect for him and our past I won't go into details , but rather start sharing about my journey back to who I was and embracing life . The good, the bad , and the ugly. Because we all know life isn't all rainbows and unicorns .
 Since the separation I've had many highs and lows. During  recovery from a massive life event , most people start on a journey to "a new me". Fact of the matter is there was nothing wrong with the old me. I mean there is always room for improvement , but I was a fun , adventurous , and outing person. I changed all of that for someone to love me and turns out that was no ones fault but my own. So over the past  9 months I've been slowly getting back to who I was , minus the bad parts ;)
 Recently I decided I get an extreme hair cut I've wanted for about two years . I didn't in efforts to please other people. So me being me I said , " it won't hurt anyone or put anyone in danger... I'm going for it". After about a week of rationalizing of why I shouldn't , the pros definitely out weighed the cons. So that Saturday morning I woke up and went to my stylist .

As she started shaving it was so symbolic of a sense of freedom and getting back to who I really am. Wild, crazy and fun loving. I couldn't stop smiling and loving every minute of it!
As the design started to take shape I was over the moon and elated! It sounds like such a miniscule thing to make one happy, but for me it was freedom. Freedom to be me. After being put in a box for SO long, starting from childhood, it was just an amazing feeling.
The finished product was more than just a hair cut , it as a little piece of me coming into the light again.

More designs to come :)