Archive for September, 2009

Please Hold

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

This doesn’t seem like it.  Where I’m at right now in life is great and overall I’m quite content with the way things are going. It just doesn’t seem permanent. It feels like I’m in an indefinite holding pattern of sorts – waiting patiently for that next stage of life to occur.

Will it happen next summer as we move on physically from this cocoon of an apartment?  Will it happen a year from now when our office moves into it’s new state-of-the art corporate facilities?  Will it happen next week when I bump into someone that could become “the one?”  Or am I in it for the long haul, many years that are just now beginning to pass by, as I continue to wait?

The not knowing doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it would have three years ago.  I see this time as an opportunity to improve myself – spiritually, physically, financially.  I am my own work in progress.  Three years ago I had no goals and no direction other than away from where I had been.  Now I am better prepared for the future. 

Notice I didn’t say “plan” for the future.  The plans are not my own. I’m aware of that now.  In the past I would have meticulously tried to control and plan every single step of every single day for everyone around me.  Doing that broke me when the well laid plans shattered at my feet last fall. 

Lesson learned.  Patience achieved.

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’bout Time.

Thursday, September 24th, 2009

I didn’t realize it has been so long since my last entry.  Things continue to be busy – this part never seems to change.  It just morphs into different types of busy.  Busy holiday season, busy summer, busy fall, and then it circles back around.  A parent with children who’s ages are a bit older than mine once told me to get used to this busyness of life.  “It’s the season of parenting you are in,” she said.  She was right. 

The schedules stay full and keep us running but there is more.  There is a heaviness in my heart that has been brought on by a rent in the fabric of my family.   My entire life I have been close to my oldest sister.  Sure, as young girls we fought like most siblings do.  But as we got older we became more than sisters, we became best friends.  It’s just not like that anymore.  The reasons, justifications, and details could fill the pages of an unabridged dictionary – certainly a more appropriate place to put them than here.  But nevertheless, our family is not whole and we are all hurting.

So to take my mind off of things, I stay – well…busy.   Busy with the kids remembering to pack lunches, sign report cards, practice spelling words, fill backpacks with bathing suits and karate gi’s.  Busy at work getting ready for an annual compliance audit.  Busy at home keeping some semblance of order within the chaos.  Busy at church with the choir as we begin in earnest our preparations for the Christmas festival the first week of December. 

Busy, busy, busy.

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The Fall Meme

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

I have a blog-crush on The Restaurant Refugee (don’t worry, he knows) which requires me to complete any meme he writes. It’s in the rule book. You can check it for yourself.

  1. It’s not fall in Gainesville (or your city of origin) until _____________? It’s not fall for me until I get to go on a hayride. It’s not fall until the leaves on a Bradford Pear tree turn scarlet. It’s not fall until we’ve picked out our Halloween costumes. It’s not fall until I’ve baked my first loaf of pumpkin bread.
  2. Kelly Preston’s character in the movie For Love of the Game expresses her need to escape NYC because “Summer’s almost over, and I feel like I missed it.” What do you need to do in the waning days of summer for it to feel complete? Make one last trip to the beach – which hasn’t happened yet for me. We only made it to the east coast a few times and that wasn’t nearly enough.
  3. The person I know is wrong for me but about whom I frequently think after a break-up is _____________? I think it’s natural for your mind to wander back to the one you let slip away. In my case, I practically handed him over on a platter to the woman who became his wife which makes it particularly bitter for me. Over time though it’s become less of a “what if” and more of a “wonder how he’s doing” line of thinking.
  4. The US Tennis Open, one of four Grand Slam events in that sport, is currently in the quarterfinal round. If you could only attend one major sporting event what would it be?Florida State Seminoles crushing the Florida Gators in a national championship game, with Bobby Bowden still on as the ‘Noles’ coach.
  5. Assuming that you write an anonymous or partially anonymous blog, by what non-physically identifying characteristics might you be identified in a bar? I wouldn’t be noticed. I’d be the one standing off to the side watching everyone else. Quite possibly with a cup of black coffee in my hand, just watching and soaking it all in.
  6. Most blogs cover some sort of niche – personal, political, dating, culinary, etc. What topic, if any, would you like to address on your blog but doesn’t fit into your niche? I try and live my life transparently and hope that my writing reflects that. But every now and then I’ll sit down and start writing some rant or observation that is a toss up between being a little lippy or downright bawdy. I have an unusual take on certain things and so it’s probably best those thoughts stay tucked away inside my head.
  7. If you could manipulate the time space continuum and give as many as three pieces of advice to a younger version of yourself, what advice would you give and to what age of you? Only three? I could make a list of three-hundred. 1. Don’t quit band after two years (14 years old), 2. Don’t get in the car with him (17 years old), 3. Don’t marry him (36 years old).
  8. Who among your friends do you really wish had a blog because their stories, or perspective on something ought to be shared? How about relatives? My dad should blog about his 37 years in law enforcement. He should name it “Behind the Gun” and regale us all with stories of drug busts, shoot outs & high speed chases. He could tell some real heart breakers too of the innocent victims he fought for so many years. When I was in high school, my friends would come over to pick me up for a night out and end up sitting on the floor at my Dad’s feet listening to him tell a story from the road. No lie. Of course, I’d have to be his blog editor because his typing and grammar skills are atrocious!
  9. If you were to take an e-cation (vacation from the trappings of our electronic world,) and assuming that employment obligations would allow it, how long of a break could you take? What would you miss the most, the least? Phones without voice mail, postal service instead of email, libraries instead of Google. After the facial tics subsided, I’d be good for the long haul. But you’d have to move me out to the country and remove me from modern society all together. I could totally be a farm wife…just need to find me a farm husband.
  10. On September 11th of this year, I will be attending a couple of parties and am somewhat conflicted by the fact that this ignoble anniversary shall pass with it being just another day in the eyes of many (and in some ways my own eyes as well.) Thoughts? I can’t ever imagine seeing 9/11 as “just another day.” I still get emotional when I think of the panic and fear the people affected must have felt when they realized the magnitude of what was happening. I think of all the shattered lives left behind. It’s inconceivable that anyone would ever see it as just another day.
  11. How high are your walls? Who was the last person to scale them? What tools should would-be climbers have on their belt?Their height fluctuates. At one point, they were insurmountable. Right now, they’re pretty low – but they are surrounded with sticker bushes! The climber must have a heart for God and a desire for a deepening relationship with Christ. He must have a gentle spirit yet a fiercely protective nature. He will be my Solomon. A pack of skittles wouldn’t hurt either.
  12. The sexiest thing a wo/man can say to you (or has said to you) is _____________? “I love you” when said properly can still bring me to my knees.
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I’m Not A Camel, But I Feel Like Breaking

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

Is there an expiration date on peace and contentment? I find myself being restless and agitated more frequently lately and I’m struggling to figure out the source. Which piece of falling straw will be the one that breaks me?

I know that part of it is the busyness of the season. Back to school time ushers in the beginning of all sorts of programs and groups that tie their schedules to the school’s. It’s not unusual for the social lives of my children to eclipse my own, that, I am used to. To be quite honest, we don’t have much spare time in our calendars, so why is it I’m still looking for something else to do? Something to fill a void to take up a space that has been missing.

It’s frustrating because I can’t put my finger on it. Can’t find it on a list somewhere or in a drawer. Whatever “it” is. And in hindsight maybe this is good, for now, since I can’t imagine when/where/how I’d be able to deal with one more piece of straw.

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My Turn

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

when is it my turn for a breakdown?  when will the stars align and the calendars magically empty themselves of all obligations so I can fall apart?  do single people with no kids have a corner on the market?  how about married folks who have a partner to look out for the kids while the other one dissolves into a puddle on the shower floor?  is there a list to get on?  do I need to slip someone a $50?  keep going, keep plugging away, keep focused, keep the order, keep the mascara handy for a touch-up, keep the kitchen cleaned and the laundry folded, keep the cat box scooped and for heavens sake, keep the coffee brewing.

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