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This little sweetie says shes going in to serve our country. She told me she was signing the papers Monday. She was seeking my approval. She didn't get it fom me.
I'm not smiling.
I'm not happy.
later ~ tj
I find it incredible how fast my world changed around me. Literally. I have 2 refrigerators in my kitchen, 2 stoves, 2 washers 2 dryers. I have 999,997 coca-cola collectables pieces. I asked him to keep only those things that he really wanted. He did good. We are down to 2.594 pieces. I used to have 1 dresser, now there's 5 of em. He likes clothes. That's okay with me. It's all really okay with me. I see it as an opportunity. I learned ebay so now I fill in my time with selling coke stuff. (Wanna see some of it? ebay id: cuestickgal) All of my auctions went off on Saturday. I have a bunch of things to put in the mail, and of course I have a bunch to put back on-line. I met a man in California who likes what we have, mebbe a lot of this stuff will find it's way there. I have another thought on this subject, a bon-fire. A great big giant bon-fire sparkling with coca-cola gadgets. Wally loves a good bonfire........
I spoke with my daughter yesterday. She's writing her Christmas list. Some things in life are constant. She told me husband would like phone cards and writing paper. Odd things for a man who usually wants clothes and models to put together. So I ask....Why? Well momma, he's joined the Army. Good God was my first thought. My second thought was, maybe this will give him the discipline and direction he so very badly needs in his life. Maybe he can learn about responsibility there. My family is full of service people. My daddy a Ranger and Korean War Vetran, My brother, a Gulf War Vet, my other brother an 8 year Ranger, my kid's daddy, a Navy vet, my neice and nephew both Termed in Iraq. My son, a Marine, termed in Kuwait. A cousin in Germany, 3 cousins children in Iraq, Afganistan and the Airforce serving in France. Why shouldn't my son-in-law go. Serve his nation, serve himself, and ultimately learn how to serve my daughter and grandson.
I took my class to the pumpkin patch on Halloween. I captured that awesome photo you see on this page. It's to me like the perfect pumpkin photo. I was rather proud of it, and thought I'd share it here with y'all. I love autumn and pumpkins, and scarecrows, and little children diggin' the pumpkin patch as much as I do. I had a riot with them. Highlights of working with the children, a part that I will miss when I retire. I have about 6 hours worth of paper-work to do today, and a cake I promised Grandma I'd make for her....of course she'd like the one cake I rarely make because it's made from scratch...... aw the things we do for those we care about.
but I am smiling.....
love me later~tj
Sick.
Germs.
I'm so sick of germs and we are not out of October yet. Teaching youngsters it a rare treat that not many get the opportunity to have in their lifetime. Other folks' youngsters. I have done it for 20+ years now. There are but 2 drawbacks of teaching the most precious of our world's comodoties. 1.) Management 2.) Germs
I took a cold about 2 weeks into the school year. It hung for 3 weeks and then I was sick. Fever, chills, the works. I went to the doctors and got some antibiodics. My cold had progressed into a sinus infection and an ear infection. I took the antibiodics ... I felt better, but my ear still hurt. I carried on...
I wound up back at the doctors. Now it just didn't hurt. It smelled bad, I was getting dizzy, and IT HURT. More antibiodics, I finished them yesterday. It hurt so bad today that I called the doctor....again! I have not suffered an ear infection since I was 14 years old. Now at 45 I have one that refuses to go away. He gave me nasal spray and told me if it's not better by Wednesday I need to see the specialist. I'll need tubes in my ears. This is crazy.
So I stayed home from both jobs today, doing what the doctor told me to do. resting. This is historical in itself. I never off both jobs. I usuallt call of my teaching job, it takes so much energy to work that job, and go to my other one where I mostly sit at the computer. Today, I called off BOTH jobs. I feel guilty, but I gave myself a pat on the back too. After calling into work I slept till 1:30 in the afternoon. I got up and went to the doc's for the prescription. I got it filled, came home, slipped back into my footie pajamas and had some soup for supper. I read some and now I am taking care of my 'puter stuff I want to get done.
The craziest thing is that I'm still tired. I will go to bed early tonight. After the Antiques Roadshow goes off. I love that show. I dream of the day one of my pieces of tresure is determined to be a fortune that I can say "SOLD!" to. I haven't seen anything I own on that show yet, but I still persist in watching it... one day my junk will be on it, I'm sure of that.
I feel tired, and hate germs....
but yet I smile....
love me later ~ tj
Autumn is exploding around me. The colors so vibrant. I look forward to my weekends. I work 13 hours a day, 5 days a week. I brought paperwork home to do this weekend. I got half of it done. Still need to clean and today for the first time in a month I'm turning on the oven. I am feeling rather domestic on this brisk fall morning. I slept in. What a feeling. I felt naughty, but I did it anyway. By the time I got up I had 4 messages on my phone. I had turned it off last night so it wouldn't wake me. I called my son, then my daughter. Scott is coming home next weekend, and my mom is going to see Becky and my sweet Boog on Thursday so all is well and good. I miss his cherub's smile, his sweet coo's and joyious belly giggles. He's 7 1/2 months old now, and getting bigger and doing more, and I'm missing it. Becky fills me in on his development and bless his heart he loves the phone so I hear him "talking" to his Yaya often.
My friend and I had a discussion the other day. Actually he discussed and I listened. He said he's not crazy over the lable 'friend'. So I asked him what I should call him when I refer to him. I asked, 'Boyfriend? You are not a boy, you are a man.' 'Manfriend?' That's silly. He said just call me what I am, your fiance'. So that's what I will refer to him as. (side note... the lable husband is in the far, far future in my mind...I'll know when I'm ready for that, and it's not anytime in the near future.) So my fiance' is at his house with some buddies filling up a trailer full of his belongings to bring back here. I'm supposed to be moving furniture and deciding where everything is going to go. I figger I'll wait till he gets here with it and as we offload it we'll just put it. It can be moved around later, and again if we don't like where it is.
We took last Saturday off and drove off into the most wonderful autumn day I have expierenced in a long time. We went to the apple orchard and ate warm fresh donuts, drank cider, bought apples and applebutter, listened to some musicians play and smelled the most delicious smells mingling in the air. Bar-b-que, donuts, apples, pumpkin pies, MMMM-mmmm. Then we drove off and went antique-ing. I love to look at the old things folks call antiques. Things like the toys I played with as a child. Now isn't that a fine how-do-you-do? Sorta the same feeling I get when I hear Bob Seger on the 'Oldies' radio station. Jeez. I laugh. The music I listened to and the toys I played with are 'antiques' but I'M NOT!!
Well I have got to get to my paperwork I mentioned....my classroom lessonplans are in dire need of my attention, as is my house, and my cooking, and this furniture moving....hmmmm Maybe I'll blow it all off and sit and write on my story, the one I've been working on for a year, the one that was supposed to be a 'short story', I have to vist it and see what's been happening while I was away. Catch up on old times with my characters (who have become real friends to me). Naw, I think I'll get busy instead...be responsible and trusthworthy.... UGH!
but I am smiling....
love me later~ tj
I had my kids home this weekend. It was wonderful. I hadn't seen my Boog in 22 days, since my daughter's husband decided one day to move 5 hours away. It was so enjoyable seeing them come, it was bittersweet watching them go. Scott is 2-1/2 hours south of me, Becca is 5 hours north of me. I will miss them. I will miss the baby. My daughter celebrated her 1st anniversary yesterday. I couldn't find a card appropriate for my feelings (Happy Anniversary, are you divorced yet?) so I was kind instead. I came to a peaceful realization this weekend with my daughter. She is happy. No matter where she is so long as she is with him. She's a terrific mommy. She is so in love with her husband. What more could a momma want for her kids than that? To be happy and far away.
I have been going through my friends things. He and I have been deciding what we are keeping, and what's going. Merging two households together. We have been EBaying alot. Hopefully by the time we are through we will have Ebayed enough to get our new dining room set. We are halfway there now. Yippie! The new bedroom is shaping up as well. He is doing what he can. Since the fall a few weeks ago, he takes his days slowly. He cannot work anymore, at least for the near fuyure, the accident did that to him, so he has time on his hands to take care of himself and get things done around the house.
Between working both jobs, Ebaying, and worrying about my daughter, my days have been too busy and full of wrought. This weekend brought me a sense of calmness about my daughter that I didn't expect to have. I am tired but I am happy for her, for me, and for my son who is doing so very well. My friend is mending, his days are still driven around pain, but that eases up for him some, and that gives us hope.
and I am smiling.....
love me later~tj
Well, it's another week over. My classes start on Monday. I get all those cherubs and all those germs bombarding me on Monday. I have worked more hours than I can count at the school, on home visits and at the sign shop. The one thing, that one thing that made every moment away from home easy, was walking through the door every night. He was here, waiting for me. I delighted every day in that look he gave me and that, "Hi honey, how was your day?" Precious moments in the everyday week. I sit here writing as he talks on the phone with his brother. I have been seeking this ...this comfort of having someone who cares, is here, really here with me, for me. We go back to the doctors on Tuesday. Hopefully the new MRI will prove he is healing. I see it in the way he moves now. His days are boring him senseless, but he feels it too, he is resting but he is healing....
and I am smiling.........
love me later... tj
Home is a good place to be. I was able to bring him home yesterday. I packed up some of his things, well I thought it was a few things till I loaded the truck.
It took up the bed of my new truck. During the last week I found and bought a truck since my car took a dive after someone whammed it in the parking lot at my part time job........It was just another thing to contend with. I dealt with it well, happy to be driving a truck again. The last truck I owned was given up for a respectable vehicle that could fit a car seat oh so many years ago. I used part of Thursday afternoon at my part time job and called dealerships to bring vehicles to me to look at. I didn't know they would do that for me, but I didn't want to leave work, I had so much to catch up on. I was specific in my desire. I wanted either a little truck, or a Beetle Bug. I drove 2 trucks and one VW Bug. This little white Ranger stood out and called to me. I signed the right papers and drove off in my truck Thursday night to pick him up. Crazy how things always seem to work out.
We left yesterday afternoon to come home, we made a stop at his daughter's house in Taylor and by the time we got here he was tired of sitting. The brace contraption he needs to wear is unusual, big and bulky. His posture is poker straight in the seat, so stopping to stretch at his daughter's was good. I haven't seen her since she was about 13, we were able to catch up on life for a couple of hours, after we ate lunch. She was able to see that her dad was really going to be okay in time.
After we got home I was able to do mundane things that make life normal and peaceful. Pancakes and sausage at 9:30 for a late dinner, toss a load of clothes in the dryer, and listen to his voice as he chatted while I busied myself in the house. After the past week, I know precious when I hear it. I know peaceful when I feel it. I was calm for the first time in a while last night as we shared a snack tray to eat pancakes together.
At home, together.
and I am smiling....
love me later~tj
