Requirement number one was to love them, and I probably jumped the gun with the next step being to get custody. Depending on how I figure it’s either number two (and I’ll shift getting custody) or I’ll squeeze it in at 1.5. Either way, my next suggestion is NOT to ride the roller coaster. It’s right there, a bright shiny, roller coaster of emotion just waiting for your mind, body and soul, but don’t do it. You will need the energy for when the children are actually living with you. Read More »
Last night we attended a fabulous party that celebrated two of our friends turning 40. The hostess had two girlie drinks available, one of which was labeled S** on the Beach. (I loved that because she has kiddos in the house and didn’t want to deal with bottled sex in the kitchen. hee hee) As the night progressed one of the guests was deciding what to drink and she chose the sex because, according to her, “I might as well drink it even if I’ve never done it. (on the beach that is)” People nearby chuckled and I piped up, “That’s OK, because it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” That apparently was the wrong thing to say. One person promptly asked how much I’d had to drink (not much) and others appeared surprised that I’d say such a thing, out loud, in public.
Let me explain… there is sand and wind on the beach. Need I say more? My comment was meant to disspell the myth of the Hollywood sexy beach scene. By now, as reasonably well-educated adults, we should realize that EVERY Hollywood scene is well-lit, designed and rehearsed over and over. When the non-professionals attempt to recreate such a scene we forget about things like sand and wind. So, my comment was in no way related to the quality of the actual encounter, but rather the surroundings that left much, much to be desired.
There. The conversation last night moved much too fast for me to defend my comment. But here it is now for all the web to see.
A quick search on Amazon comes up empty for books with this title. Since it isn’t written yet, maybe I’ll write it.
The short story is that JD’s sister has left her kids for the umpteenth time with their mom, the children’s grandmother. Grandma is capable of handling one of the kids at a time for a day at a time. I don’t think that’s unusual. When my sister-in-law leaves it’s usually under the guise of “I’m gonna go get a Coke, I’ll be right back” and she’s gone for anywhere from 12 hours to a week, without any communication or way to get ahold of her (she won’t answer her cell phone). This happened, most recently, yesterday. However, yesterday CPS and the police were called to take the children because grandma could no longer care for them. This is new. This has never happened before. It’s time.
This starts a clock for their mother. The mother now has 48 hours to claim her kids. If she does then the circus starts all over again. If she doesn’t then she has six months to take classes and follow the rules set by the state to regain custody of her children. It isn’t a perfect system by any means. The laws are all on her side. We have to wait and see what she does. She may do nothing and the children will be available at the end of six months for placement. She may pull it together and regain custody. In all likelihood she’ll get her act together a little, just enough and this will drag out for more than six months. Read More »
In honor of our recent (Sunday June 8th) 17th wedding anniversary I thought I’d post this.
I finished up She’s Come Undone recently at the gym between classes. This quote is at the very end of the book and it had me both laughing out loud and thinking at the same time.
“…I just don’t believe in happily-ever-after”
“I ain’t offering you happily-ever-after. I’m offering you…happily-maybe-sometimes-ever-after. Sort of. You know, with warts…”
Isn’t this so true?! Isn’t this all any of us really have to offer? When we get married we think we can offer the other person perfection (and thus receive it back in return) and yet in reality all we have to offer is ourselves, “You know, with warts”. It doesn’t sound nearly as romantic “happily-maybe-sometimes-ever-after” but isn’t it much more realistic? This isn’t what young girls dream about, but maybe they should because it’s true.
Happy Anniversary to us, warts and all.
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Pastor Fred posted this fun visual test and JD and I just spent the last hour taking all the tests. So, that’s what we’ve been up to today. It’s a hang out day, the little girl is still in her cozies. We have a date tonight, the glamming up will start soon. 
I’ve never been an athlete or gym rat. While there have been times you could have called me athletic, cheerleading comes to mind, I’ve just never been that sort of person. Until possibly now.
Last May a few planets aligned and I found myself going to the gym on a regular basis. The necessary planets were 1) Oprah was a smaller size than me 2) I hit a very unmagical number on the scale 3) my wardrobe was getting smaller and smaller because I REFUSED to buy a bigger size 4) my wedding ring no longer fit and I was to embarrassed to have it sized up, AGAIN 5) Lifetime Fitness came to town and JD’s employer provided a corporate membership for all employees and their families.
So, we got our membership cards and were there at the open house in May 2007. They opened two or three days later, and I’ve been there five days a week ever since (more or less/ give or take). I’m still pretty shocked about it myself. Call it right time, right mindset. Read More »
I’m here, I’m blogging. Note, it’s after midnight and I’m only doing this because my aunt has been harassing me long-distance via my mother to blog. To her I say, “WHERE ARE MY GIRLSCOUT COOKIES?!” Ha, gotcha!
Life here has been crazy since we returned from Disney. We had a great time and our pics are on Flicker. If you’d like an invitation to view them let me know and we’ll hook you up. They aren’t public.
The little girl only has 10 days or so of pre-school left. The big “K” starts in July. Hm… time to book my mommy spa day. Our summer will be a mish/mash of Kindergarten, the nanny job, swimming, trips to the library and just general hangin’ out.
I’m working on an entry regarding the gym. It’s been a year since Lifetime Fitness opened in Cary, so it makes sense that I should mention it this month.
More soon~
I just did something I NEVER thought I could do.
I scooped ice cream out of the pint container and returned the remaining portion to the freezer. Wow. Really, I did.
First of all let me tell you that I rarely buy ice cream by the pint. It’s usually a fancy expensive, calorie-laden brand and I don’t feel like it’s worth it. Second, even though the container says 4 servings it’s really a one-time sit down with the spoon. Seriously, we all know this. If it gets opened, it’s all going to get eaten.
So, Mayfield pints were on sale 10/$10.00 (cheaper than what used to be the half-gallon). Would they have sold them to me for $1 each, I dunno. I bought 10. The calories per serving are 160. (Why I know this or care is a different post).
Friday night I ate a whole one. What can I say; I was home by myself catching up on Oprah and Brothers & Sisters. Saturday, I split one with Emily. And today I made the never before attempted, scoop out one serving (approx two scoops) and put the container back in the freezer. Step away from the freezer.
By the way, using the smallest bowl in the house helps!
As I was getting dressed today I noticed my clothing:
- Levi’s jeans
- t-shirt from Hard Rock Café (Maui, yes, I really went there)
- bra from Vera Wang
- undies from Gap Body
- and sweater from Abercrombie and Fitch
I’m not a label girl, really I’m not. I buy what I like and what fits and only pay what I want to pay. The jeans are the $20 variety from Target, the t-shirt was a tourist purchase almost 7 years ago, the bra was less than $20, the undies were on sale I’m sure of it, probably 3/$10 or some such thing. The sweater is of course the gem from our recent Goodwill outing. All could have been made in China, so possibly not so very American after all.
This past Saturday was a beautiful thing.
It was the perfect symbiosis of life as JD and I have figured out thus far. We all like to sleep in. Well, to qualify that the little girl likes to “snuggle in”. If someone is willing to get her something to eat and let her snuggle back into the bed to watch TV, the morning is golden. Because of our schedules, the way that they are, this is best enjoyed on Saturdays. This last week the breakfast and snuggling were delayed a bit even by E’s normal routine. She is usually up and ready to face the world at 6:45 am and then detained in her room until her clock reads 7:00 am. At that time she is allowed to venture out and seek comfort for her hungry belly and cold feet. This is of course assuming that she hasn’t already climbed into our bed between the hours of 1:00 and 4:00 am. When this happens, as long as she goes back to sleep, I don’t mind anymore (notice the anymore, I’m relaxing into motherhood!).
So, back to Saturday… 8:00 am E and I are up and had toast or cereal or some such token of breakfast. I got dressed, she got dressed and then we both went back to mommy and daddy’s room to watch TV. An hour or so later JD joined us in the awakened state. He was hungry, but neither cereal nor toast was sounding good. I mentioned IHOP and heard, “Do they deliver?” “Um, no.” And truthfully soggy lukewarm pancakes with rubbery eggs just don’t sound very good out of a Styrofoam box. The Saturday attire of t-shirt, hat, cargo shorts was donned by JD and off we went. Surprisingly the wait was less than 20 minutes and we were seated in a timely manner. YUM! When IHOP sounds good, and then I actually get to eat it, YUM! That’s all I have to say. By the way, I order the same thing EVERY time: Harvest nut & grain pancake combo, eggs over medium w/ sausage. High cholesterol be damned. It isn’t like I eat it every week, or even every month for that matter.
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Posted by: Jenn | 08-07-2008 | 04:08 PM
