Posted by 33tekfan in another trip around the sun, it's always all about me.
Better Days*
And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
Cause I don’t need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cause everyone is forgiven now
Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
I need someplace simple where we could live
And something only you can give
And thats faith and trust and peace while we’re alive
And the one poor child who saved this world
And there’s 10 million more who probably could
If we all just stopped and said a prayer for them
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cause everyone is forgiven now
Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
I wish everyone was loved tonight
And somehow stop this endless fight
Just a chance that maybe we’ll find better days
So take these words
And sing out loud
Cause everyone is forgiven now
Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
Cause tonight’s the night the world begins again
~ Johnny Rzeznik/The Goo Goo Dolls
*Not a personal wish for better days, mine are pretty good and I am truly blessed. More of a wish for better days for all of us.
I’m off on another 365 days around the sun!
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April 3, 2008
Posted by 33tekfan in another trip around the sun, passengers on the crazy train.
My grandmother turns 98 years old today.
98 freakin‘ years old.
She was alive for WWI. How crazy is that?
One of my grandmother’s favorite stories was about where she was when she found out President Kennedy had been shot. She was on an escalator (although I am not sure where), and was so stunned that she forgot to step off and got her heel caught.
My grandparents retired fairly young, and moved from New Jersey to Virginia. They had an active retirement filled with much traveling, golf (my grandfather) and tennis (my grandmother). I spent two weeks with them every summer and remember how grown up I felt being allowed to hang out at the pool at the country club while they played their respective sports. Even better was getting dressed up to go to dinner at “the club”.
We celebrated her 85th birthday at the country club, but by then she had all but given up tennis. They were still members, but mostly it was just a place for them to be social and visit with friends rather than be physically active.
I would like to say that my grandmother has her wits about her, but the truth is, she does not. She would not know me if I walked in today - in fact, she might ask one of her nurses who the new girl is. She is comfortable and cared for. She gets her hair done and her nails done. Hopefully, in some part of her brain, she has memories of her travels, her cocktail parties, and her friends and family.
Happy birthday, Gram!
Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, “Smile, Grandma!” - I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother’s lap. ~Liv Ullmann
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The Diva is 12 years old today. One more year until she’s a teenager.
On a snowy Sunday afternoon in 1995 at 1:51 in the afternoon, my little girl entered the world. I did not see her for several hours since I was completely knocked out for a semi-emergency c-section after almost 46 hours of induced labor. That’s not a typo - 46 hours. When I did finally see her I remember saying “This is the first person I’ve ever met who is truly related to me!” (I’m adopted).
We went home 3 days later…and two days after that she was back in the hospital due to dehydration. It was, and remains, the worst day of my life. Holding her little body on a gurney in the hospital while attempt after attempt was made to get a needle into her tiny, dehydrated veins. I was so upset that I had to step away after several attempts and let her father hold her for a bit. I remember at least 4 different people trying…and then hearing them say if they did not succeed with one more attempt, they would have to try her little head. Thankfully, the last attempt was successful…the needle was in and fluids were running into her tiny little body. They wrapped her arm in a splint to keep the needle in place. We had a fantastic pediatrician who ran test after test. Finally he came to us and said “Your little girl is perfectly healthy - she’s just too stubborn to eat!” Here we are 12 years later, and she’s as stubborn as that day!
The picture is of her with her new hunt cap. And one of her purple frosted purple cake.
Happy Birthday, Miss Thing! I love you!
A little girl is sugar and spice and everything nice - especially when she’s taking a nap. ~Author Unknown
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My baby boy is 9 years old today. On a Wednesday morning in 1998, at 10:02 AM, my 10 pound baby boy entered the world. He was perfect.
When I was growing up and imagining myself as a mother, I always pictured girls in my future. When I found out I was having a boy, I was a bit nervous. How would I relate to a boy or connect with a boy? As soon as he was put in my arms, all my fears disappeared.
The picture is of him realizing the present he is opening is a new hockey helmet. He couldn’t get the paper off fast enough!
Happy birthday, Little Man! I love you!
A birthday is just the first day of another 365 day trip around the sun. Enjoy the trip! ~ Author Unknown
I am another year older. It actually happened a few days ago. I don’t know how I feel about getting older. I say the number in my head and it seems unbelieveable. I still feel 21…maybe 25. I still love the tattoos I got when I was younger and I still consider things like belly piercings. My daughter would probably be mortified if she knew I was considering getting my belly button pierced.
The Red Sox had their opening day at Fenway yesterday. I love when they win their home opener.
There is still, unbelievably, snow on the ground. And, another storm is predicted for tomorrow promising another 6 inches. It is mid-April, enough already!
This time of year is always difficult for me, although it usually gets easier after my birthday passes. I think the weather we are having is causing my blues to continue. The Postman and I are going away for a few days next week while the kids are with their dad. Maybe that will help bring me out of my funk.
That’s all for now.
I’m going home, to the place where I belong. Where your love has always been enough for me. ~ Daughtry
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