Thursday, November 26, 2015
It's not that I didn't want to write a Thanksgiving post telling you all how wonderful you are to visit me and read my weekly musings-but with the birth of our dear little Bryce, a slight hiccup in the coming home date/time and trying to watch the three grandsons and prep our dinner (or the half that I made!), I ran out of time!
But as you can see-here I am, 9 o'clock Thanksgiving evening popping on here (after clean-ups and goodbyes done) and wanting to at least say-Thank you!
The week has been physically and emotionally exhausting-in a great way, but nonetheless, it's left me needing a bit more of the tryptophan from the turkey and wishing that instead of the glass of de-alcoholized wine I'm allowed, that it could have been a real glass that would help me dream until morning without even so much as a need to re-cover Pepper and Lucky or try and stop a single shooting pain.
For now though, know that I feel blessed that you visit and that this week has been one for which I'm truly Thankful!
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
After a few unforeseen glitches mommy and Bryce are home but not before grandma Carine finally got to hold her!
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Thursday, November 19, 2015
It’s 2009, so I’m going to make a confession-I am an addict. Okay, I’m actually addicted to about four things, but I don’t want to scare anyone off.
I solve challenger crossword puzzles, in ink. Yes, I’m one of those annoying people. I blame my mother. She uses pencil first and then, for whatever reason, goes over the writing with her pen.
But as all children must, I blame her.
When I was still in elementary school, I was the kid who was always out sick. Whatever the wind carried, it blew into my body and I’d be down for the count. Being a kid, homework and TV weren’t enough to keep me busy, so mom gave me the LA Times crossword puzzle to do. She’d also play scrabble with me. Hence, my addiction to writing and words as well. (Now you know two)
In time, puzzles weren’t just to keep me busy and out of her hair on sick days (she’s never actually said that’s why she started me, but as a mother myself, the guess must be on target), but to help me learn a dangerous amount about a lot of different things and expand my vocabulary.
My favorite Saturday morning activity, before I get started on my day: I sort the LA Times and the Orange County Register and organize the crosswords in order of difficulty. Then I make a nice big pot of coffee (addiction #3) and have a wonderful time with all of them, culminating with the NY Times challenger.
At first, I kept my addiction from by husband, but once we were married I had to let him know of my weakness. In the beginning, I’m sure he thought our love would somehow cure me. Alas, he was so wrong. Now I had another source for answers having to do with the sports world. I roped him in. He doesn’t do them (he’d lose an arm if he tried taking my books or magazines, I think), but when I’m really concentrating, he’ll quietly ask "Can I help?" Who wouldn’t still be head over heels in love after 28 years with a guy like that????
In fact, our children were appalled one year and then were aghast at my joyous response. We were going through a rather tough financial time and it was Valentine’s Day. My wonderful hubby went on the internet, searched out crossword puzzles, downloaded about 50 and put them into a small paper folder (the kind kids use for school reports). I was so overwhelmed I almost cried. Really.
Our kids rolled their eyes. "How could you give mom puzzles for Valentine’s Day" and then, "You actually liked it! You’d think he just gave you a five carat diamond ring or something!"
Kids, they just don’t know the real meaning of love.
And just to let you in on my fourth and final obsession, which you’ve probably guessed, my husband.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Friday, November 13, 2015
We've been so much on baby watch for Bryce that the little fact about I'm turning yet another year older wasn't even on my own radar.
Now I'm just hoping that Bryce comes before or after-everyone deserves their very own day of celebration-even if you don't want to do anything about it, personally.
Yet here I am about to turn 58. Hmmmm, not much I really want to say about this fact. It's not a "milestone" year, but I'm glad to say that I have another year under my belt. It is pretty special that our grand-daughter's arrival is eminent. That would be the perfect gift! As long (again) as it's either before or after and not ON the same day.
Speaking of birthdays, I've received a lot of attention from the following food emporiums:
Denny's-free breakfast grand slam for me (only on my birthday)
Jersey Mike's-free regular sandwich and a drink (only on my birthday)
True Food-dessert for me (only on my birthday)
Notice a trend here? Denny's we'll probably manage since it's Steve's day off. We might make the 12 mile trek to JM's and then Steve can eat it for one of his lunches at work the next day. True Food though? Fox Inc., would love to go except I can't afford to actually eat at your restaurant except for every once in a blue moon. Thank you for the thought though.
That all being said it's been a bit of a rough week here in some aspects, poor Jackson came down with strep throat. Even with that out there he's always a pretty happy little guy. Steve came down with a cold, so I told him to get rid of it ASAP! Who wants to miss Bryce's arrival because of a cold?????
I'm sorry this hasn't been the best of blogs but I think once I realized how old I'm getting to be I wasn't up to being either funny or interesting.