Monday Musings - now with an updated link!
In no particular order:
- If Wilfred Brimley doesn't learn how to pronounce "diabetes" I may very well shoot myself. I HATE those commercials he does for Liberty health.
- The mother at gymnastics today couldn't understand why her daughter was tired and didn't want to participate. It may have, just may, had to do with the fact that she just came from tennis camp. Three hours, outdoors in 98 degrees, and then straight to gymnastics. Then to a one hour speech class. But she's not overscheduled. Just bored. Riiiggghhhhhttttt.
- Emma has learned to sing the ABC's, but sings "J K Emma N O P". Too cute.
- I met with Gabe's teachers today, and feel very confident in their ability to deal with a anaphylactic/food allergic/animal allergic/asthmatic/febrile seizure child. I even volunteered to be the room mother.
- I can be classified as fat, and that makes me sad. I used to be in extremely wonderful shape, and wear a much smaller size. I have zippo desire to exercise, but hope to when it finally cools down here.
- I held a newborn baby today, and smelled him. Oh, yum. I love babies fresh from the oven. I can see having a few more, just not right yet.
- My new project, the one that I can't tell anyone about, was going well and now I've stopped. I need to restart it.
- Only two weeks until school starts. My vow was to get the kids scrapbooks done during the summer. Wow, did I slip on THAT one. Not one page was done.
- The mother of a friend of my daughter's died this weekend. She had been battling breast cancer for ten years - she had discovered it while nursing her daughter. I last saw her at the end of the school year, and she had that look cancer patients get at the end. I'm devastated for her children, but happy knowing that she is finally at peace.
- My son went to confession this week, face to face with one of our priests. When he left, he said, "I'm going to send my mom right in." He couldnt' understand why I didn't go. I'd prefer to confess in private, thank you so very much, son.
- The party for my mother went over well, the out of town company has left, and now it's just us.
- The wall art came from this place. Great stuff, indeed. (I updated it, so try again!)






I hate the way he says diabetes too! LOL And I agree with you - many parents overschedule their kids and then wonder why their kids are so unhappy? Hey lady, how's about just letting her play outside with sidewalk chalk for 4 hours?
Posted by: Theresa | August 15, 2005 at 04:09 PM
I ran across your blog and I just wanted to stop and tell you how much I admire you. I only have 3 children and I feel like I'm losing it, I honestly don't know how you do it.
Do you mind if I add you to my blogroll?
Have a great evening!
Posted by: Tyra | August 15, 2005 at 04:29 PM
The link to your wall art didn't work for me. I wanna see!!
Posted by: Stephanie C. | August 15, 2005 at 05:12 PM
The story of your daughter's friend's mom has brought back memories of when Big Daddy's sister died (also of cancer, about 7 years ago).
Her kids were in college, and still it was hard. She left wedding and baby shower gifts wrapped in the closet for when their time came. Thank you for helping me remember her today.
Posted by: kalisah | August 15, 2005 at 08:29 PM
scrapbook?? whats that? doesn't uploading pics to the pc count for something?
I want to get back into it, I just don't have the time. its very time consuming and takes up space i don't have.
Posted by: Mrs. Fun | August 16, 2005 at 01:54 AM
This ran the gamut of emotions.. sad, happy, exhausted, annoyed.. and suspensful as to what the unknown project that is now on hold might be. Good job.
Posted by: Holli | August 16, 2005 at 04:22 PM
Will you share pics of how your graffiti comes out? I want to see!!!
Posted by: dollymama | August 16, 2005 at 06:23 PM
"babies fresh from the oven"
Great imagery! I love that smell- and feel- too. :-)
So....you didn't strangle your mother this weekend? I'm more impressed with that than agreeing to be Nikolas' room mother!
Posted by: lucy | August 17, 2005 at 01:18 PM