So I decided to begin the blogging again. I don't want to start a new blog, so I'm using my old one. Warning: Don't read old blog posts, they are depressing and sad and things are different now. For one, I remarried my ex husband. Yep, all those blog posts about my divorce, being single for almost 3 years.... yeah, the crying, the depression, the fun dating and empowering single life. All over with. See! This too really does pass. We realized that somehow in this crazy world we are meant to be together, and what God has joined together, let no man put asunder - whatever asunder means. So now I'm married, still just the 2 kids (I didn't lose my mind entirely) and I'm a stay at home mom. We're dealing with an 8 year old video game addict, a 5 year old with significant developmental delays and autism and our life is crazier than ever. I'm going to write all about them, but right now the kids just got on the bus for school and I'm going back to bed, bitches... 'cause I'm tired and I can.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
New year, new blog
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
My son Ryan
My son claps and cheers every time I turn on the lights, at least someone is happy I pay the bills!!
My son poops in the tub to remind me when it's time to bleach
My son acts like it's the first time seeing things sometimes, which makes me remember to be excited about seeing them too
My son throws food on the floor to remind me to vacuum
My son escapes from the house, to remind me to lock our doors
My son loves carousels, which gives me a reason to go to the mall
My son is still okay with the answer "we'll do that tomorrow", which gives me another day to dodge
My son doesn't know the difference between Christmas and Tuesday, which saves me money!
My son likes to wear a helmet, which keeps him safe. Even on the sofa.
My son laughs and smiles and jumps for joy at the mention of bath time... which reminds me to check his pull up.
My son carries a blanket, which I love for no reason at all.
Monday, March 8, 2010
In-formal-ities
I consider myself to be a texter. I like the ease of texting, the way you get a question asked or answered without all the blah blah of talking. I know it's informal and not personal at all but most of the time I don't have time to talk on the phone.
Knowing that texting is a way of life these days, I will say that I am still personal in other areas. I write notes to my kids in their lunch box, I send thank you cards, I give my honey "I love you" cards and notes, I send personal emails to teachers and parents my kids know, and my best friend and I have a tradition of sending each other funny Hallmark cards as often as we can even though we talk every single day.
My point is, there is a time to text and I time to write. We can't let all formality go out the window. So when I get a text like the one below, I kind of feel like I got jipped out of an invite!!
"You're invited 2 Xxx's party on Sunday 3-14 @5:00-6:30 place Jeronimo 1570 Holcomb Bridge Rd ste 240 Please come and party with us RSVP 2 me by WED."
That's it, no punctuation, no nothing. Is this what we're going to? Will our kids be texting invites for graduation, weddings, babyshowers? Gone will be the days of RSVP cards and stamped envelopes. Calligraphy will be an ancient art form.
Makes me sad... long live Hallmark!
Sunday, January 18, 2009
My New Favorite Website
I have a new favorite website! I think I found it on Facebook thru Diana (thanks di- miss you) but I seriously am addicted to it. I check on it every few days and just laugh so hard it hurts. All by myself, at my little computer, just steady laughing. I hope you enjoy!
www.cakewrecks.blogspot.com
Thursday, January 8, 2009
About Moms
I got this earlier this week, and in turn sent it to my girlfriends both near and far and just wanted to share that this is what makes girlfriends different than any other relationship you have. This is the bones, the good stuff (and lots of bad stuff) that makes us real. So I think everyone who reads this already got it, but I wanted to keep it, so here it is again....
