For what it’s worth…


image

Tomorrow marks 4 years of blogging…

4 years of putting my shit out there.

I’ve learned not to babble and to not write annoyingly long ass posts.  I’ve learned to keep it simple.  I’ve learned that people enjoy pictures.  People enjoy simple wit and irony and dogs. 

Good Lord, you people love dogs!  That’s ok, I do too. 

Take a gander through the archives if you desire…sometimes I still giggle at the things I’ve admitted in writing.  I still get little pretzel knots in my stomach thinking about how much of my brain I actually share. 

Also…I should totally have front row seats to Pearl Jam and a six figure book deal by now.  Where are the connections that I’ve dreamed up in my head??

Where, oh, all knowing internet, where????

Advertisements

Post mother’s day…


image

There is something great about not feeling guilty when you leave all the dishes from lunch on the table and excuse yourself to go lay down and take a nap…

It’s great to sleep in…even if you’re awake for the last hour of ‘sleeping.’

There is something fantastic about having a few drinks with another mother that rarely gets solo time…

Something insanely great about handmade presents of adoration brought to you at the crack of dawn…

It’s great being a mom.

It’s great being able to let go of a little guilt and to know they will all let you sleep peacefully for a day…a day at least.

I know I’m going to treat my mom to a fancy night out…because she deserves it.  She also deserves to not be taken out on mother’s day because neither she nor I like a crowd.  Only a fool would go to brunch at noon on mother’s day. 

You can be a winner


image

Life.

The game of life. 

There are immense discrepancies between real life and the game of life.  For instance, teachers do not make 100K a year for their salary…and the chance of having twins 3 times is pretty slim. 

Also, you have to get married in the game…but you don’t have to go to college???  What kind of awful message is this to the moldable minds of our youth?? 

What a curmudgeon I am. 

I decided there should be an adult version of the game of life. 

In this game, student loan payments and rent follow right behind payday and leave only enough for a 6 pack of beer flavored water.  A game in which credit cards get stolen and someone else enjoys that European vacation on your dime. 

Where home insurance helps rebuild your home that burned down.  A game where husbands impregnate their mistresses and wives gold dig old, rich men so they can get boob jobs.  A game in which divorce can make or break the bank and where you don’t get to cash your kids in for 50K when you retire, if you make it to retirement…or if you’re lucid enough to know you’re retiring.

Retirement in the real game of life might mean hiring a bitter live in nurse to feed you applesauce and change your squishy bedpan…especially if your children turned into teen moms.

Of course there’s real fun in real life.  I know.  There’s ice cream and sunshine and best friends.  All the great things in the real game of life seem to cost next to nothing.  🙂

As far as the real board game…when we play, we always name our kids.  The lovelies always choose perfectly delightful names for their future children.  Jenny and Jonathan…Jack and Hannah.  I prefer unique names.

My triplets Cheeto, Dorito, and Frito appreciate it…as well as the twins Cocoa Puff and Butter.

Day 2


image

As I listen to one of my favorite Pearl Jam songs here in my car, I’m reminded how small changes can turn into big changes and big changes can turn into lifetimes. 

A lifetime of good or not so good.  Let’s change for the good already.  I’m hoping I’m on my way.  It’s taken me a long time to figure it out and to have the guts to go forward with it.  It’s scary. 

Eddie sings to me and makes me feel better. Hearts and thoughts they fade…fade away. I changed by not changing at all. 

Brilliance. 

What would you do if you could start over? Would you? What changes would you make?  What are we waiting for and what are we so afraid of?

Spiders.

Two years


image

Two years ago I lost a great friend. Today, I went to the same spot to contemplate life and death and my place in the world.

The sun was shining, the water was sparkly, the waves were perfect.  It’s overwhelming at times to feel so small.

And where do we go from here?  I’m not sure. I like remembering good times and laughter and hugs. I like remembering that you are weightless and magical now, that I will see you in another dream soon. 

Peace.