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Thursday, January 26, 2006

When he's home

  • The coffee mug only makes it to the sink, not to the dishwasher
  • The music is loud and has swears
  • The boy is joyful
  • Every light in the house is on as well as the bathroom fan
  • The laundry keeps getting done
  • The weight bench gets use
  • The dogs eat much better
  • Chicken nuggets with potatoe puffs are not considered a meal but pancakes for supper is always a thumbs up
  • Sounds heard in the back yard that are thought to be that of an injured animal are investigated before the first coffee is finished and while still in pajamas
  • Sitting around all day on Sunday in our pajamas is NOT ok
  • Shaving lessons happen
  • The trucker uses cleanser, toner, moisturizer, sea salt scrub and scalp revitalizer
  • Insomnia goes away
  • The bed gets made well
  • Things like recycling, box crushing, and chimney cleaning have priority
  • Computer time is not
  • Asking for favors is hit or miss
  • Diet Coke disappears along with loaves of bread, entire packages of sandwich meat and boxes of Cheezits

Monday, January 16, 2006

The Old Lady Gets Even Older

Happy Birthday Mumma!

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Food for Thought

When The Sand Runs Out
Rascal Flatts
I spent the morning at an old friend's grave
Flowers and Amazing Grace, he was a good man
He spent his whole life spinnin' his wheels
Never knowin' how the real thing feels
He never took a chance or took the time to dance
And I stood there thinking as I said goodbye
Today is the first day of the rest of my life
I'm gonna stop lookin' back and start movin' on
And learn how to face my fears
Love with all of my heart, make my mark
I wanna leave something here
Go out on a ledge, with out any net
That's what I'm gonna be about
Yeah I wanna be runnin'
When the sand runs out
'Cause people do it everyday
Promise themselves they're gonna change
I've been there, but I'm changin' from the inside out
That was then and this is now
I'm a new man, yeah,
I'm a brand new man
And when they carve my stone they'll write these words
"Here lies a man who lived life for all that its worth"
And as the cold wind blows across the graveyard
I think I hear the voice of my old friend whisper in my ear
I'm gonna stop lookin' back and start movin' on
Learn how to face my fears
Love with all of my heart, make my mark
I wanna leave something here
Go out on a ledge, with out any net
That's what I'm gonna be about
Yeah I wanna be runnin'
When the sand runs out

Tuesday, January 10, 2006


The hush that has fallen over the room was brought on by some internal struggle. Struggle to find, declare and own the person I want to be, the person I am inside, and drop all the crap and hang ups that continue to keep me from being that person. From being real. In the last several weeks, that woman in there has been screaming to get out and get beyond the internal dialog that has been keeping her silent.

Several years ago when I first started getting serious with Tall Boy, his parents invited my parents over for dinner. Tall Boy's mom made a batch of her classic italian sauce chock full of pork chops, sausage, and chicken and we all sat down together and visited. After my mom and dad left, my mother-in-law was going on and on about how my mom wasn't anything like she'd imagined she'd be and not at all like me. Then she went one step further and said "Because, you know, I thought she'd be 'standoffish' like you".

I was stunned to say the very least.

In all my life, I'd never seen myself as standoffish and had never been told that I was. I see myself more as an open book, understanding, accepting and warm. In my head, I don't care what people do for a living, who they choose to love, what vices they carry, or what other people's opinions are. If I want to care about them and share my time with them, I will. But, in that moment 10 years ago, my mother-in-law may have actually been speaking a bit of truth.

I still believe all those things about myself. I rarely let the opinion of others affect how I feel about anything and it is only after I've been hurt or affected directly that I might change my perspective. All of that is true.

But, I don't know that I've been living that outwardly. I don't know that people actually know that about me or that they believe that I feel the way I do.

I don't know that I've been living real.

Coincidentally, amid all of this battling, my horoscope for this week reads:

Every person you know has a different idea about who you are, and none of those notions is exactly the same as the image you have of yourself. In other words, there are hundreds of unauthorized versions of you in addition to the one you believe in. Usually you don't have much power to control this, but that could change in 2006. More than at any other previous time, you'll have a knack for bringing public opinion into alignment with your own picture of yourself. Your reputation may even come to closely resemble the person you really are.

The horoscope writer summed up everything I've been dealing with in those few sentences which scares the bejeesus out of me.

All of this leaves me with some huge questions:

How do I become genuine?

If what I thought was real before isn't really 'real', how do I get real now?

How will I know, and have others know, that the new real is real?

How do I convince myself that I'm worthy of all to good that I have or will have?

How do I drop the pretenses and self-talk that have been limiting me all this time?

How do I embrace the release of the walls that have bound me?

How do I forgive myself?

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