An old friend of mine and his fiancee are finalists for a Green Wedding Giveaway. Since the winners will be decided by popular vote, I am trying to help get the word out. All you need to do is click on the link below, and then cast your vote for Jonathan and Joelle.
Thanks for your help!
I’ll be back with a real post soon….
I was very happy when her random number came up! She’s a Sox fan, a military wife, a mom. Go check out her blog – she has lists of freebies and giveaways and I intend to add her to my blog roll so I can get in on some of these freebies so many of you are involved in!
Thanks you all for your entries! As always, I came across many interesting, useful, sweet, insightful blogs this past week. Now I have to catch up on all my household chores that got put off while I perused blogs all week!
Again, congratulations Michelle!
If you don’t get everything you want, think of the things you don’t get that you don’t want. ~Oscar Wilde
Truth be told, it really wasn’t a conservative article so y’all can just pick your jaws up off the floor now. It WAS, however, an article written by Mickey Edwards – the author of Reclaiming Conservatism. He is a former Republican congressman from Oklahoma.
The article I speak of may or may not have been in the August 2008 edition of Playboy. When I tried locating the article online so I could link to it, I could not find it. I did find other articles though and I was pleasantly surprised at a lot of what he has to say in regards to our upcoming election. It might be worth a Google, if that’s the sort of stuff that interests you.
Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong. ~Richard Armour
Ok. So I’ve been on hiatus. The last week or two have been too much. I touched on it briefly in my last post. I’ve had meetings with other mothers, parent groups, teachers, principals, and administrators. And I think we’re good. Finally.
But my friend, L-weed. Is not good. She is going through a terrible time. It involves a man, and his inability to come to terms with choices he’s made. So he waffles and changes his mind and it is at the expense of her heart. She called me last night, crying. My instinct at this point is to call him and tell him if he can’t commit to her then he needs to leave her alone. Completely. Stop calling her to tell her he loves her and misses her…only to say a few days later “I can’t do this”. It’s not fair to her. But she loves him. And I know it’s not my place to call him and say that – as much as I want to. I know things will smooth out for her eventually…but it tears me up to watch her go through this. She is one of the kindest, most beautiful people I have ever known. She deserves so much better than what she has had…if only she believed that as well.
So be happy and grateful for what you have. Enjoy the summer. Look at the beach, the lake, the mountains, the sunrise and the sunset and be thankful for the good things in your life and do something to change the bad.
Grace isn’t a little prayer you chant before receiving a meal. It’s a way to live. ~Jackie Windspear
Spring always seems to be the busiest time of year for us and this one is shaping up to be no different.
P-Man’s dad has been in the hospital – yes, again – since last Wednesday. Good news though! His team of doctors have diagnosed him! It is a rare infection that is slow growing, and in return, hard to kill. He is going to be on antibiotics for at least 6 months. For three weeks after he comes home he will need them to be administered through a PICC line, then he can switch to the oral form of the medication. If a family member felt confident enough to learn the procedure, he could stay at home and not have to travel to the hospital three times a day for the infusion. My name came up as a candidate for the position…and since I was unopposed – I win! For three weeks, I will head over to their house at 6:00AM, 2:00PM, and 10:00PM to administer his antibiotic. It seems like a fairly easy process – wipe off each port with alcohol, flush the line, hook up the tubing and let him sit there for an hour and a half while the miracle drug flows into his body. Then I reverse the process upon completion of the infusion. When I look at it written down, I must admit that it is a little daunting. But this will save him from having to be driven to the hospital every 8 hours. Or worse, have to be in a short term care unit for the three weeks. He gets to be in his own home. And really? I’m glad I can help out.
Then there’s all the kid stuff.
My daughter had an appointment with the optometrist last week and besides her need for glasses, he saw a “freckle” in her eye. He kept looking at it, then he would continue on with the exam…then he would look at the freckle again. He even tried to help ME look at it through all his equipment. Then he pulled out a reference book to try to find a picture. Then he decided she needs to see a specialist for a second opinion. I should clarify that he stressed that it is probably nothing…but to be sure, he’d like another opinion. That has me a wee bit stressed out. I try not to let things like this bother me until I have the facts straight up. I’m generally pretty black and white; there’s not a lot of grey area with me. But…HOLY CRAP…this is HER EYE.
My son has baseball nearly every day this week. Last night he was very discouraged because he did not get a hit at all during practice. Baseball is not shaping up to be his strongest sport but he tries so hard! Tonight he got on base. He walked (which I think is just fine – he knows when NOT to swing)…and he got nailed in the head with a pitch. Yeah. My heart immediately went into my throat and the mom next to me grabbed my arm. He didn’t fall down (Really? They are 9 and 10 years old so it’s not like a Beckett fastball was coming toward his head. But still.)…and he headed down to first without so much as a cringe or an “ow!”. He even stole second after that. Needless to say, his confidence improved and he was a happy kid after tonight’s game. Who knew getting hit in the head was the key to happiness?
Mix in the fact that I have a household to keep in order and a J-O-B to do, and it’s been crazy , crazy, crazy. Thankfully the Postman has covered making dinner every night. Oh…and? Thursday is teacher appreciation day at one of the schools. The PTO president asked if I could make a breakfast item or a dessert. Since I am an overachiever a moron, I said I would do one of each. Go me.
And that’s all there is that’s fit to print in my corner of the world today.
Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds. ~George Santayana
1. What is your favorite word? I love you (I know, I know…it’s really three words)
2. What is your least favorite word? never
3. What turns you on, creatively, spiritually or emotionally? compassion
4. What turns you off? thinking only inside the box
5. What is your favorite curse word? fuck – and very creatively, I might add!
6. What sound or noise do you love? the ocean, my children’s voices
7. What sound or noise do you hate? my children crying
8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? ASL interpretor
9. What profession would you not like to do? nurse
10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? You belong here? Let me double check my list…
I not only use all the brains I have, but all that I can borrow ~ Woodrow Wilson